“Methinks adieu
Is cold, when uttered with aught else but tears.”

“When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.”

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.”

“But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.”

“The probing knife of madness
Can start a dullard brain;
Cold cheeks feel kisses
And warm with tears again”

“Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.”

“Either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -"
"Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
"Or else it doesn't, you know.”

“Methinks we must have known some former state
More glorious than our present, and the heart
Is haunted with dim memories, shadows left
By past magnificence; and hence we pine
With vain aspirings, hopes that fill the eyes
With bitter tears for their own vanity.”

“Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.”

“Isn't it kind of silly to think that tearing someone else down builds you up?”