The heart's own dew.

Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry.  So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit. 

Crying doesn't indicate that you're weak. Since birth, it has been a sign that you're alive.

There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are sometimes messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love. They are words the heart can't express.

Let your tears come.  Let them water your soul. Our very own holy water.  They heal us as they pour out.  Let your tears flow and where they go, let your sorrows follow.

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again. The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.  Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.

What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. 

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh with it either.