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.

Alas, tears are the poet's heritage!

Sometimes tears carry the same weight as words.

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.

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

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

Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are okay

Will that light come again,
As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

I do not know how to make a distinction between tears and music

...(hot, opalescent, thick tears that poets and lovers shed)...

Sometimes tears make more good than laughter.

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

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.