Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.

If I’m going to have hope, I’m going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Without hope, I wouldn’t even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.