optimist

What I took from “Passage to Revolution” — and I agree with the idea — is that young Stalin was an angry optimist.

During those dry days, optimists romanticized about the return of athletic competition, imagining a period of sports galore in which we’d revel in this unprecedented overlapping of so many seasons and events.

You can be an optimist and skeptic who asks tough questions, but you can’t be an optimist and a cynic.

The reason I’m an optimist is that never before has the world been so aware of a problem and businesses so aware that they are part of the solution.

These justifications, say the optimists, trump the traditional metrics and explain why tech can keep churning higher.

Putin may very well be the last optimist left in the country, which is facing a time of confusion and disappointment.

But I am an optimist, and I think this film is very optimistic.

But being optimist that I am, I prefer to believe it was an intentional decision.

What you see in Frank Underwood is a guy who is a consummate optimist.

She is not the only optimist in the long line of people working hard in pursuit of an AIDS vaccine.

That they would take his drowning for granted, and never come to satisfy themselves, he was not optimist enough to assume.

We have other faults; the serenest optimist would never deny them; but, faults or no faults, we crown civilization to-day.

He was a born optimist, of an extreme type unknown beyond the circumferences of theatrical circles.

I am so much of an optimist as to believe that we are getting better and better all the time.

However, it is something behind experience that determines whether a man shall be an optimist or not.