Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“That fact filled Gabe with so much hope that he grew another two inches just to have enough room to hold it… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“What disgusted him most, though, was that despite knowing all this, he had hope. It grew like a weed when nothing else… — Liza Klaussmann Copy Share Image
