To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.

Tears are a cleansing shower for the soul.

Never be afraid to cry. Sometimes, nothing can cleanse the heart more than a few wet tears.

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.