I was all too aware that there's an unspoken law that you should never start to cry if you have too many reasons to do so. I told myself that my tears were due tot he cold, and I believed myself.

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

I would just as soon remain jamona than shed that many tears over a man.

Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bear.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

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.

You make it sound so terrible. There’s nothing wrong with crying. Tears are healing. They help you drain out the sorrow and anguish, so you can start filling yourself with more positive emotions, when you’re ready.

The moment you realize your eyes hurt not because of rubbing them, but because of the tears you wasted, on him.

Tears of joy are lighter than smiles of sorrow.