Sanguine

Usage examples of hopeful.

The tabloid future, with its mechanism of a hopeful twist to apocalyptic events, was perhaps not so very remote from our own immediate experience.

I caressed her in a somewhat lively manner, and drew back my hand, again apologizing for my daring, and when she let me see her face I thought I saw delight rather than anger in her eyes and on her cheeks, and I felt hopeful with regard to her.

Another sign, which he recognized as hopeful, was that during the last few miles of the march the soil had become moist and level, whilst here and there the appearance of tiny rivulets indicated that an aqueous network existed in the subsoil.

Christian was, Hopeful had taken a nap, as he so confidingly called it--a fatal nap in that arbour built by the enemy of pilgrims, just on purpose for the young and the ignorant, the inexperienced and the self-indulgent.

I think, looking at the blue iris paper-wrapped armature that seemed so hopeful in June.

The way Azar said it, the situation sounded hopeful rather than the last of numerous disasters.

He still had to live through his first August in the bakery with the ovens on, but I was hopeful.

Iraq War and its aftermath are a growing number of pro-democracy Iraqi bloggers, whose on-the-scene reports describe a more hopeful, if far from ideal, reality.

Her ladyship turned her mind in more hopeful directions, wigging Caddles of course tremendously by the way.

After my first night under the stars--wondrous night of wakefulness and hopeful music, throughout which I lay entranced at the foot of a wooded hill and was never for a moment uncompanioned by nightingale, cicala and firefly--I began to suffer from footsoreness, a bodily affliction against which romance, that certain salve for the maladies of the soul, is no remedy, or very little.

Still, he was hopeful that he could connect with Cushie on graduation weekend.

At other times he would call for the dreaded Necronomicon and the Daemonolatreia of Remigius, in which he seemed hopeful of finding some formula to check the peril he conjured up.

In the corner at our right sat Amys Penrose, drinkless, but looking hopeful.

He felt hopeful, light-hearted, and would not confess even to himself that his good spirits were due chiefly to the certainty that in another twelve hours his electioneering would be at an end.

Jack would be sorry to leave, but he had his own life, and now, thanks to Falk, it appeared more hopeful than before.