My eyes were glued on life
and they were full of tears.

Let me weep
My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone,
In tears which burn.

I can't help always falling upon it, and cry out with particular loudness and wailing, and become especially melancholy, when I see a dead love tied to a live love.

New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

My eyes filled with tears and I wept long and hard, unable, and unwilling, to stop.

I am the immense shadow of my tears

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

Live to the point of tears.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.