Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live.
But thou, O hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [It., Lasciate ogni speranza ch'entrate.]
Still desiring, we live without hope. [It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent-- that is to triumph over old age.
Hope is a waking dream.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.
Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.
Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity.
We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.
Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.