And so a man's heart, driven into the darker regions of the soul, denied the very things he most deeply desires, comes out in darker places.

The ability to hope and dream.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy

I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no -- I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you -- but what hatred shall I have for another!

My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

The disappointment of manhood succeeds the delusion of youth.

When you're a failure in Hollywood, that's like starving to death outside a banquet hall, with smells of filet mignon driving you crazy.

The engine that drives all your activities is hope. What you hope in shapes you.

Watch a marriage that was begun with hope and dreams, but has now plateaued, where affections have cooled and intimacy has faded. Rather than name the problem, face their pain, and ask for help, the couple resign themselves to a life of mediocrity, living together as intimate strangers. See a middle-aged man who spends

Sweetie, the bluebird has flown. We're too young to sit around the rest of our lives waiting for it to fly back in the window. It won't. It can't fly backwards.' He was using his hands again in that disagreeable stagey way, and Ruth was angered by the flicker of conceit in his expression when he struck upon the image of the bluebird fying backwards - a piece of animation on the screen of his face.