One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed. . .

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets oneself be tamed...

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life.

Somebody's got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me.

Je me souvenais du renard. On risque de pleurer un peu si l'on s'est laissé apprivoiser...

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

How strange, this habit of weeping. Do animals weep? Surely they feel sadness — but do they express it with tears? He doubts it. He has never heard of a weeping cat or dog, or of a weeping wild animal. It seems to be a uniquely human trait. He doesn’t see what purpose it serves. He weeps hard, even violently, and at the end of it, what? Desolate tiredness. A handkerchief soaked in tears and mucus. Red eyes for everyone to notice. And weeping is undignified. It lies beyond the tutorials of etiquette and remains a personal idiom, individual in its expression. The twist of face, quantity of tears, quality of sob, pitch of voice, volume of clamour, effect on the complexion, the play of hands, the posture taken: One discovers weeping — one’s weeping personality — only upon weeping. It is a strange discovery, not only to others but to oneself.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

It' s easy to weep when staying far away, doing nothing.

crying yes risk joy

Trust not a woman when she weeps, for it is her nature to weep when she wants her will.

If I may, and if I might
Lay me down, weeping.