There’s rarely a full cup that doesn’t break or spill over. And hopes which run high are nearly always shattered.

Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.

If a man could have half his wishes, he would double his troubles.

“That I want thee, only thee – let my heart repeat without end.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of form-er slave-owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood…
That my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.

It is well that we know not all our wishes.

“I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; but we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee.”

But hope will make thee young, For hope and youth Are children of one mother.

Leave something to wish for, so as not to be something to wish for, so as not to be miserable from very happiness.

Hope ever urges on, and tells us to-morrow will be better.