Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

Without hope, I wouldn’t even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

If I’m going to have hope, I’m going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.