“What we had this morning was hope. By this afternoon hype, and now this evening it's a debacle.”

“And the sea will grant each man new hope . . . his sleep brings dreams of home.”

“We're going into the game giving it everything we've got and hope to come home with a win.”

I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.

“We hope that after they get their degrees, they'll make their home and careers back in Texas,”

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say goodbye to hope's disappointment.

He hurried to car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

“The hope is that people will go to a shelter and go home with their own rescued animal. That is the underscoring message of the event: Get out and give the animals a home.”

Hope has a cost. Hope is not comfortable or easy. Hope requires personal risk. It is not about the right attitude. Hope is not about peace of mind. Hope is action. Hope is doing something. The more futile, the more useless, the more irrelevant and incomprehensible an act of rebellion is, the vaster and more potent hope becomes.Hope never makes sense. Hope is weak, unorganized and absurd. Hope, which is always nonviolent, exposes in its powerlessness, the lies, fraud and coercion employed by the state. Hope knows that an injustice visited on our neighbor is an injustice visited on all of us. Hope posits that people are drawn to the good by the good. This is the secret of hope's power. Hope demands for others what we demand for ourselves. Hope does not separate us from them. Hope sees in our enemy our own face.

“We hope to have better communication with first responders and better communication with our nursing homes.”