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

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

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

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

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