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

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears

I was in tears all night. I know Jeff's in heaven looking down and he's smiling.

I had no idea until I came home that night. I was just floored -- just about in tears.

Let lessons of stern yesterdays . . . be your food, your drink, your rest.