My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.

The line expresses a resilient stance toward uncertainty: hopes may fail to materialize, yet the act of hoping persists. It distinguishes between outcomes (often beyond one’s control) and an inner disposition (the choice to continue expecting or desiring better). Read in an Ovidian key, it can also suggest the emotional economy of love and exile—states in which disappointment is frequent but imagination and desire keep renewing themselves. The aphoristic balance (“not always… but always…”) underscores a paradox: hope is both repeatedly refuted by experience and continually regenerated as a psychological necessity.