I couldn't watch an open fire. I would break out in tears.

I walked a while stomping my foot and taking him for a ride. I want to continue doing this as long as I live.

. . . I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.

He was really upset, tears in his eyes. He thought the world of the fire department, still.

    Oh, devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!

The flowers take the tears/ of the weeping night/ And give them to the sun/ for the day's delight.