“where there is no more hope, song remains.”
“There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.”
“Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It is like listening to the most beautiful song From the most beautiful voice on earth... But hope is not enough for me any more, I don't want to listen to songs any more, I want to sing.”
“Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me.”
“No one remembers the singer. The song remains.”
“Hope is both the earliest and the most indispensable virtue inherent in the state of being alive. If life is to be sustained hope must remain, even where confidence is wounded, trust impaired.”