The hope that poverty and ignorance may gradually be extinguished, derives indeed much support from the steady progress of the working classes during the nineteenth century.
I hope peace is a part of everyday life.
Fashion is so mass-produced now; I hope there will come a refocus on how people see couture. And I would also hope for a new focus on the craft.
I tend to think the world is a bit of a miserable place, so anyone who can add to people’s optimistic, cheerful side is doing a good job, which is what I hope I’m doing.
That’s all I could ever hope for, to have a positive effect on women. ‘Cos women are powerful, powerful beings. But they’re also the most doubtful beings. They’ll never know – we’ll never know – how powerful we are.
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.
I think by now I have made it fairly clear that I am not very happy with the word hope. I don’t believe in people just hoping.
Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy – the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.
Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another – too often ending in the loss of both.
It is my fervent hope and prayer that by exposing my mistakes and by pointing out the things that were a part of my early life, some who might be following the same paths might not make those same mistakes.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes – or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two – is gone.
For he who has health has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.
I always start my New Year at church with my family. I see it as a fresh beginning – like a new chance we get to renew our lives, perhaps? Starting it by praying gives me a lot of hope for the future.
Hope is not a form of guarantee; it’s a form of energy, and very frequently that energy is strongest in circumstances that are very dark.
I hope we will use the Net to cross barriers and connect cultures.
I give people what they want in the hope that they will begin to want what I want to give them!
For many in baseball September is a month of stark contrast with April, when everyone had dared to hope. If baseball is a lot like life, as pundits declare, it is because life is more about losing than winning.
Whenever you have an ex, and they’re like, ‘I hope we can still be friends!’ and you weren’t friends before you started dating, then what do you go back to, really?
We live in a world of constant juxtaposition between joy that’s possible and pain that’s all too common. We hope for love and success and abundance, but we never quite forget that there is always lurking the possibility of disaster.
The worst thing that can happen in a democracy – as well as in an individual’s life – is to become cynical about the future and lose hope.
I lived a permissive, fast, and reckless lifestyle. I hope I can serve as a warning that living this lifestyle can really lead to only one thing, and that’s misery.
Obama has now lost his trustworthiness. He has lost any hope of majority support from the American people for his agenda. Obamacare has wiped that out. It really has.
Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.
No, I’m not interested in politics. I have zero interest. I have interest in hope and people.
Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.
