To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

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.

So much ice.

She thumbed a drying tear away.

How much water can the weight of ice carry?