hope
Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence th — Anne Steele
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; We do not raise our hands — Rabindranath Tagore
Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far o — Alfred Tennyson
Ego spem pretio non emo. — I do not buy hope with money. Terence
Spes fovet, et fore eras semper ait melius. — Hope ever urges on
Vestras spes uritis. — You burn your hopes. Virgil
Speravimus ista Dum fortuna fuit. — Such hopes I had while fortune was kind. Virgil
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse t — Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God — John Greenleaf Whittier
Hope told a flattering tale That joy would soon return; Ah, naught my sighs avai — John Wolcot
Is Man A child of hope? Do generations press On generations, without progress ma — William Wordsworth
Hopes; what are they?—Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a s — William Wordsworth