I tried so hard to get rid of this odd feeling, but still it haunts like an evil spirit.
I have nothing in front of me, neither hopes nor future.
I just realized how unimportant and how cheap I am.
From The Death of a salesman
Linda: Forgive me, dear. I can't cry. I don't know what it is, but I can't cry.
I don't understand it. Why did you ever do that? Help me, Willy, I can't cry.