Hope (n.) is a passion for the possible.
Hope (n.) is a fine new suit you have never tried on; recollection is the old one you outgrew; repetition is the garment that always fits.
Hope (n.) is the synthesis of the eternal and the temporal: in eternity's form, to hope all things; in time's form, always to hope — at every moment always to hope all things.
Hope (n.) is laying hold expectantly on the possibility of the good, as fear is laying hold on the possibility of evil; both are expectant, but choosing hope decides infinitely more than it seems, for the possibility of the good is the eternal.
Hope (n.) is often only wish or yearning — which is why youth finds it easy, being itself still a possibility, and why the experienced speak of hope as if, like dancing, it were for the young.
Hope (n.) belongs to no special age — calling youth “the period of hope” leaves out the eternal; the whole of life must be the time of hope.
Hope (n.) means, toward others, always holding the door of possibility open, with an infinite preference for the good.
Hope (n.) is the same for oneself and for others: to the same degree one hopes for oneself, one hopes for others and is loving — the eternal like for like.
Hope (n.) that lacks love would be a welcome letter left uncalled for, with no one to deliver it — so love takes on the task of bringing it.
Hope (n.) can be painted so vividly that every hoper recognizes it — and yet it is a deception, for while one pictures hope, one is thinking of memory.
Hope (n.) never hurts as much as memory: the unhappiness of the hoping is always lighter than the unhappiness of remembering.
Hope (n.) can make a man old: the prodigal's father has white hair, a decrepit body, a breaking heart — his hope lives.
Hope (n.) is a faithless shipmaster: watch another sail out on its fair wind, even be towed, but never take it aboard your own ship, least of all as pilot.
Hope (n.) was one of Prometheus's dubious gifts: instead of the foreknowledge of the immortals, he gave men hope.
Hope (n.) and recollection divide mankind, and both relate wrongly to time; only the person who lives in both at once has true continuity.
Hope (n.) that only hoped for twenty-five years would have nothing to recollect at the silver wedding — with all that hoping, everything would have fallen apart.
Hope (n.) that says 'one cannot know what will happen, it might possibly be after all' is a caricature of faith.
Hope (n.) lies in a man like a treasure behind a hidden spring that only a strong enough pressure opens, and affliction is the pressure.
Hope (n.) is like wings on a creeping creature that it thinks not worth using day to day; it must be driven to extremity before it discovers them.
Hope (n.) is better news for everyone when one man has it than one sailor reaching port is for the others, since it proves that all could have it: here one is all, and all one.