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

We have to always hope in humanity that people will make the right choices.

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

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

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

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

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

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

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

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.