“Ever sits the lady weeping —
Weeping night and day —
One perpetual vigil keeping,
Till life pass away,
And she join the seven who sleep.”

“I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.”

“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”

“He who weeps does not die; weeping is a sign of life; weep, and your life is worth something again.”

“How Adewen stuffed her braid in her mouth at that! Or she'd cover her mirth with her hands and shake till you'd think that the fit was upon her. She did the same too when she wept so you'd never be sure which she hid with her hands, her tears or her cackling. I think there were times she herself didn't know, nor does anyone know at times. Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.”

“Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.”

“When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!'weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.”

“Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.”

“Time found our tired love sleeping,
And kissed away his breath;
But what should we do weeping,
Though light love sleep to death?
We have drained his lips at leisure,
Till there's not left to drain
A single sob of pleasure,
A single pulse of pain.”

“I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.”