And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.

You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.