Hope breeds content.
Lipstick is hued hope.
Hope invented the keyless door handle.
Google reinvented hope.
One stumble doesn’t ruin an approach march, not does a short fall end a long climb.
In every try there is a hopeful cry.
The sun is bright and love is long, and both still shine when all is wrong.
Tomorrow’s adventure is found in today’s advance.
We pick our way through what we see to get to what we hope to be.
There are two possibilities for tomorrow, but what will you do if you live?
Both butterflies and children dry and fly.