Our heart's where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith, and our hope, and our honour We pledge to our native soil!
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Today, people struggle to find what's real. Everything has become so synthetic that a lot of people, all they want is to grasp onto hope.
bob marleyKnow then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too: Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.
john armstrongOur greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.
john armstrongHope knows no fear. Hope dares to blossom even inside the abysmal abyss. Hope secretly feeds and strengthens promise.
sri chinmoyAlthough I do not hope to turn again Although I do not hope Although I do not hope to turn
He that lives upon Hope will die fasting.
Benjamin FranklinI suppose it can be truthfully said that Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity.
When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.
Stephen KingBut Hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?
Hope is the bedrock of this nation. The belief that our destiny will not be written for us, but by us, by all those men and women who are not content to settle for the world as it is, who have the courage to remake the world as it should be.
The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.
walter scottOur hap is loss, our hope but sad despair.
william shakespeareWhile there's life there's hope, and only the dead have none.
There is always hope.
Confiding, though confounded; hoping on, Untaught by trial, unconvinced by proof, And ever looking for the never-seen.
Edward YoungFarewell! For in that word that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.
lord byronYou ask what hope is. He (Aristotle) says it is a waking dream.
While there is life there's hope (he cried,) Then why such haste? so groan'd and died.
john gayRaces, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having naught else but Hope.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWho bids me Hope, and in that charming word Has peace and transport to my soul restor'd.
For the living there is hope, for the dead there is none.