The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
That can, that can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.
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Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
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Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
Man needs, for his happiness, not only the enjoyment of this or that, but hope and enterprise and change.
Man needs, for his happiness, not only the enjoyment of this or that, but hope and enterprise and change.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
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There is nothing so well known as that we should not expect something for nothing - but we all do and call it Hope.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most read more
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
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May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human enough hope to make you happy.
