“..cold, like swallowed tears.”
“I knew how he felt, how it was like being swallowed by winter, so that even your insides were too stark and too cold.”
“When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.”
“I felt tears sting into my eyes, and took a deep swallow of the first champagne I had ever tasted, remembering that I had read somewhere that the monk who invented it said, on first tasting it, 'It is like drinking stars'.”
“And then he'd rub his cheeks with cold cream because he'd just shaved and the tears stung.”
“Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.”