Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

“When you go out like that at home, it hurts. I had hoped to see a lot more effort today.”

Fantasyland was designed as a home for some of the classic characters [from those films], and as a symbol of the magic, hope and beauty of the human imagination.

So I tried my best to stifle hope. Because hope's twin was despair, and despair was infinitely worse. If hope hurt, then despair was the absence of hurt. It was the absence of feeling. It was the absence of caring. I wanted very much to care.

You might find me outside with a can of hair spray, spraying it with the hope that the sun will burn a hole in the Earth. Another part of me hopes people will grow up and evolve and get smarter. That's the paradox of Marilyn Manson.

“[Andre Braugher took home an Emmy for best actor in a drama series for his role in] Homicide: Life on the Street, ... Chicago Hope.”

“You just describe it when you get home and hope that's sufficient to tell him what happened during the game.”

“A lot of people went away in the summer. We're hoping that the mere fact everyone has to be back home is going to help us,”

“Our main goal is to accelerate their educations, ... But we hope that after they go to college, they'll return to make their homes and careers in Texas.”

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I'm craving a great adventure -- one that leads me back home.