“Love provided me with a tongue and tears.”
“Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.”
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a 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.”
“Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, \ And there are words not made with lungs”
“Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet”
“Ah, kiss me, love, and miss me, love, and dry your bitter tears. (Irish Pub Song)”