Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears. In The End That’s All There Is: Love And Its Duty, Sorrow And Its Truth. In The End That’s All We Have - To Hold On Tight Until The Dawn

I Look Back, Now, And I Know That The Naming Moment, Which Seemed So Insignificant Then, Which Seemed To Demand No More Than An Arbitrary And Superstitious Yes Or No, Was In Fact A Pivotal Moment In My Life.

The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.

Praising People Behind Their Back Is Monstrously Unfair, Because The One Thing You Can't Defend Yourself Against Is The Good That People Say About You.