I wanted to tell him not to cry anymore, tell him that what those boys did to that bird didn’t matter. But I knew it did matter. It mattered to Dante. And, anyway, it didn’t do any good to tell him not to cry because he needed to cry. That’s the way he was.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
I was crying because I had broken my best friend’s heart.
You’re angry at me,
God whispered, “You endured a lot. For that I am truly sorry, but grateful. I needed you to struggle to help so many. Through that process you would grow into who you have now become. Didn’t you know that I gave all my struggles to my favorite children? One only needs to look at the struggles given to your older brother Jesus to know how important you have been to me.
Consider anything, only don’t cry!
Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;
A time to plant, a time to harvest.
A time to cry, a time to laugh.
A time to be sad, a time to be happy.
A time to be born, a time to die.
I have died at the ripe age of twenty.
Smile, for the world didn’t get a chance to disappoint me.
I have died at the mature age of ninety.
Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.
I have died suddenly-out of the blue.
Smile, for I didn’t have to fall ill before you.
I have died from a long illness.
Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.
I did not want to leave this Earth.
But smile, for I am still here among you.
Why are you crying?
Can you not see I am smiling?
Let’s not cry about it, shall we, Marcy? Let’s pray about it instead.
A Passion Most Pure
I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today.