Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

The mind is never satisfied with the objects immediately before it, but is always breaking away from the present moment, and losing itself in schemes of future felicity... The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.

Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.

Hope is the greatest thing for moms of autism. Hope is what gets us out of bed in the morning. I'm on a mission to tell parents that there is a way.