She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

Tears are not thorns.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

Let the man cry, for there might be hidden treasure in his tears.

I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.