It is an important experience to be in the presence of a thinking creature who is crying. A weak, broken creature who is crying creates the same impr… - Henri Barbusse

I have put my arm round her waist, and I am shaken by the sorrow which agitates her chest and throat, and sometimes shakes her rudely, the sorrow which does not belong to me, which belongs to no one, and is like a divinity.

Suddenly I am pushed by a movement of the horse on which I am lying. I see that he has turned his great head aside; he is mournfully eating grass. I saw this horse but lately in the middle of the regiment — I know him by the white in his mane — rearing and whinnying like the true battle-chargers; and now, broken somewhere, he is silent as the truly unhappy are.

Tu pleures, tant ta peine est grande,
Dans un désert, sans rien savoir…
Et moi, debout auprès du soir,
Je suis triste comme une offrande