Hope and Happiness Hope is grief's best music.
Hope is the last thing to abandon the unhappy.
The miserable have no medicine but hope.
Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.
Hope is the positive mode of awaiting the future.
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
If we were logical, the future would be bleak indeed. But we are more than logical. We are human beings, and we have faith, and we have hope, and we can work.
Clouds and darkness surround us, yet heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated. Our wrongs will be made right, and we will once more taste the blessings of freedom.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
"Wait'll next year!" is the favorite cry of baseball fans, football fans, hockey fans, and gardeners.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Patience is the art of hoping.
Hope is patience with the lamp lit.
All human wisdom is summed up in two words-wait and hope.
Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not to oust them.
There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.
I steer my bark with hope in my heart, leaving fear astern.
When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you are slamming the door in the face of God.
There are no hopeless situations; there are only men who have grown hopeless about them.