When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

I'm actually not a big fan of the word hope. I think it's a depressing word. I don't want to hope - I want to know. Like I don't hope there's a God, I know there's a God.

What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?

Right now I'm not involved with anybody, but I hope by 75 I will be again.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.