“Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still…
Iris, blue each spring”

“There was nothing like having a dead husband return from the grave to ruin a fine spring morning.”

“Blue Moon,
Now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.”

“Fair play to you,
Kilarney's lakes are so blue,
And the architecture I'm taking in with my mind,
So fine.”

“Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.”

“[Iris] squeezed his hand. "Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.”

“Blue Moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.”

“He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.”

“Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile
Is mirrored on my dreams,
Like evening's sunset-girded isle
Upon her shadowed streams:
And o'er my thoughts thy vision floats,
Like melody of spring-bird, notes;
When the blue halcyon gently laves
His plumage in the flashing waves.”

“I love people. I love my family, my children … but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.”