“To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.”

“I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.”

“Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.”

“For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.”

“Tears are silent sorrow, screaming for comfort.”

“How are we to reconcile our supreme duty towards memory with the need to forget that is essential to life? No generation has had to confront this paradox with such urgency. The survivors wanted to communicate everything to the living: the victim's solitude and sorrow, the tears of mothers driven to madness, the prayers of the doomed beneath a fiery sky.”

“We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.”

“too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.”

“Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.”

“The laughter knows the depth of his own sorrows but never tears.”