One struggles on without incentive.

One lives without hope." "We weren't meant to do that," he protested.
"Only those of us who have thrown our lives away," she went on wearily.
"You see, I thought Henry was different.

I thought he only wanted a little understanding, a little kindness.

I made a mistake." "Life is too wonderful a thing," he insisted, "to lose the glory of it for one mistake." "I am on the rocks," she sighed, "now and always.

If I were made like your little luncheon friend, it might be different.