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When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace.
Vernon G. Baker
If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.
There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.