“He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”

“I like to listen to sad music when I’m sad. It seems honest. It makes me cry, and sometimes agood cry is the only thing that can make you feel better.”

“Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time.What are we but our stories?”

“. . . 'Depressing' isn't a word I would use to describe my music. But there is some sadness in it -- there has to be, so that the happiness in it will matter.”

“He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried with deep sobs, head bent to the ground, palms pressed to his eyes. He cried so hard that sorrow rushed out of his face. He cried until he felt like the sea.”

“She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.”