Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one’s nose.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
If the world’s a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Delicious tears! The heart’s own dew.
Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.
Do not consider that to be wealth which is hoarded away, for how is it better than sand gathered from the nearest heap? Nor that which comes in from men who groan at their taxes: for the gold that is wrung from tears is of base alloy and black.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
If you laughed earlier in the poem, and I bring you close to tears in the end, that’s the best.