Isn't there something morbid in burying one's heart with the dead?That's a strange thing for you to say. Your capacity for loving, your joy in living, is buried in a little space of time you've forgotten. In some vague way, I still have......hope? Yes, I suppose that's it. Have you, Charles? Do you feel that there... really is someone? That someday you may find her? You may have... come so near her, may even have brushed her on the street... You might even have met her, Charles. Met her and not known her. It might be someone you know, Charles. It might... it might even be me.
RANDOM HARVEST (1942) | dir. Mervyn LeRoy












