There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
True love will not brook reserve; it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it.
A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.