To hope is to enjoy.
Hope, that star of life's tremulous ocean.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.
Hope is the power of being cheerful in circumstances which we know to be desperate.
Honor begets honor, trust begets trust, faith begets faith, and hope is the mainspring of life.
Hope is a song in a weary throat.
Hope ... is not a feeling; it is something you do.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, emits a lighter ray.
Grass grows at last above all graves.
The happy ending is our national belief.
Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast.
Just as dumb creatures are snared by food, human beings would not be caught unless they had a nibble of hope.
True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
