Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.
God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us — in the dreariest and most dreaded moments — can see a possibility of hope.
that still might be.
Hope is independent of the apparatus of logic.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.
I will never willingly destroy a solitary human hope.
If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?