I hope the living are safe.
I hope the missing are found.
I hope the dead are at peace.
I hope.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

Desire and expectation rolled into one.

Delicious Hope! when naught to man it left--
Of fortune destitute, of friends bereft;
When even his dog deserts him, and his goat
With tranquil disaffection chews his coat
While yet it hangs upon his back; then thou,
The star far-flaming on thine angel brow,
Descendest, radiant, from the skies to hint
The promise of a clerkship in the Mint.

Fogarty Weffing