“I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.”

“I held out my hand to his face, wiping away the tears from his eyes, tears that I savored from my fingers, thus knowing the taste of my life.”

“Don't you know that I laugh because it is my last defense against tears?”

“My pen knows what to do. I close my eyes and I see this girl who glows. A girl who radiates. When she smiles, she beams. She warms my heart. I open my eyes with a feeling of floating past all the garbage around me. I will emerge unscathed because I will not endeavor to hide myself from whatever is coming. Bring on the worst. I welcome it with open arms.”

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”

“What I know is that I can trust his eyes because what lives in them, lives in me.”

“When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes. Every muscle in my body is tense. I open my eyes and I'm still where I was when I closed them to escape. Nothing's changed.”

“I know I had everything, but not because I had it. I know because afterwards I had nothing else.”

“Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.”

“Eyes open wide, looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye.”