“We read of strong men bowed down with woe, weeping as women weep, turning homewards in the hear-sickness of unavailing search, or with a certainty worse than suspense.”

“Lysistrata: O women, if we would compel the men to bow to Peace, […] We must refrain from every depth of love…. Why do you turn your backs? Where are you going? Why do you bite your lips and shake your heads? Why are your faces blanched? Why do you weep?”

“Lege atque lacrima.
Read-em and weep.”

“For men must work, and women must weep,
And there's little to earn, and many to keep,
Though the harbor bar be moaning.”

“Weeping itself there does not let them weep,
And grief that finds a barrier in the eyes
Turns itself inward to increase the anguish.”

“I look at the world and I notice it’s turning.
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning,
Still my guitar gently weeps.”

“816. Women laugh when they can and weepe when they will.”

“Suspense is worse than disappointment.”

“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.”

“The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.”