“There's an old Sysan saying that the soup of life is salty enough without adding tears to it.”

“He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.”

“There is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment.”

“Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.”

“Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.”

“Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.”