So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?

Take the blinders from your vision
take the padding from your ears
and confess you've heard me crying
and admit you've seen my tears.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

u haven't recovered from the pain of the past
so u show me affection behind the wall of glass

Brother, stand the pain.
Escape the poison of your impulses.
The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do.
Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun.
Turn away from the cave of your sleeping.
That way a thorn expands to a rose.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/
You will not die, its not poison
-Tombstone Blues

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.

I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

The crumbs of love that you offer me
They're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound

Cry and you'll cry alone, Laugh and the world will laugh with you.

We who are left behind watch you on your way. The long prison of the years unlocks its’ iron doors..go free now, into the beautiful land. Forgive us who suffer in this clouded world. Guide us and wait for us, as we wait for you. We will meet again. We will meet again.

O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.