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.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

Never deprive someone of hope it might be all they have.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.