Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.