I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

It is hard when the inside of your head looks like this.

(Also, I love this movie. Partly because the inside of my head looks like that a lot.)