She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.

You just let the tears come, ma'am. You got every reason under heaven to be cryin'. And just cuz don't mean you don't trust the good Lawd no more either. Jesus knows that.

When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer. The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in darkness.

He sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify it by hope. He said:— Have a care of the manner in which you turn towards the dead. Think not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living light of your well-beloved dead in the depths of heaven.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

Pray to the Lord humbly, then, for this gift of sorrow; say, in the words of the sacred author, Lord, allot me for food, for drink, only the full measure of my tears.

Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.

This late age of the world's experience had bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears.

Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me...All comes from thee, great-great SENSORIUM of the world!

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief.