Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. “What is mine, I intend to
Laugh now, cry later.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
You usually can’t recall all the people you’ve shared laughs with. But you rarely forget the people you’ve shared your tears with.
For every laugh, there should be a tear.
I don’t cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can’t stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I’d ever thought or felt or been.
…these vignettes I sketch for you – what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears …
Tears are only for those who care to see you sad; a badly broken heart never cries.
I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly.