Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation or fear;
Give me a soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear

The time will come when the memory will bring a smile to your lips,” I would tell everyone in that situation, “before it brings a tear to your eyes.

The social smile, the sympathetic tear.

The time will come when [his] memory will bring a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eyes.

The time will come when memory will bring a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eyes." That's how it goes: pain first, meaning later.

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. Of that divine tear and that human smile is composed the sweetness of the present civilization.

The time will come when memory will bring a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eyes.

Tears are okay

I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful.

Tears are as sweet as laughter to some natures.

There is something so enchanting in the smile of melancholy. It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation.

A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.

A smile of remembrance of lost times.

Tears (are) the cleansing river of Jordan (for) sins.
Christ said, “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.”