Words that weep and tears that speak.

Tears are the silent language of grief

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

There is a sacredness in tears....They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.

In art there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.

... who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

Words have weight.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Sometimes tears make more good than laughter.

Sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

Tears are a demonstration of who you are; an undeniable truth.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

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