Something that's bigger than anything, even fear.
Something that can survive burning fires and raging wars.
It is humanity's greatest strength and they're biggest weakness.
Despite everything that happened, hope helped her keep going.
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Hope is a commonly misunderstood word. People tend to believe hope is a wish or delusion, people with hope just sit around waiting for something to happen. When in reality hope is the knowledge of something that has not yet come to pass, continually living and working for whatever it may be. Hope and faith are inexorable intertwined.
I hope that one day I will understand you.
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H.O.P.E.
acronym.
Hold On. Pain Ends.
You just need hope hun.
We need to hope.
faith
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Hope is an amazing name that only really super-uber lucky people get. Hope is pretty with amazing skin and hair and eyes and a mouth that is the bomb diggety. Hopes pretty cool c:
"Have you talked to Hope lately"
"Why no i have not! I bet everything she has to say is interesting and im being a complete boob by not talking to her!"
"Yeah, you are..."
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An extremely gorgeous girl, with good taste, and a big heart <3
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Hope is a feeling, faint in your heart and soul. Sometimes you forget that it is there, but it can weather any storm. You can feel it anywhere you are, if you choose to remember how. Never lose hope! It will carry you through your darkest times and make you smile in some of your happiest.
Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops, at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird,
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--Hope, by Emily Dickinson
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Hope: written about as a good thing that gives you strength to go on or the power to see things through. Hope: a thought that gives no reality to the situation and clouds the mind. A lose of hope makes one depressed, to much hope only makes the mind clouded. A balance of hope is needed.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
By: Emily Dickinson
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