Those who do not weep, do not see.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all …a day … an hour ...
...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
But not today. It could not be today.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.