“When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.”

“Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.”

“Tears may be dried up, but the heart--never.”

“For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry.”

“Because Days come and go but my feelings for you are forever, one last kiss before I go, dry your tears, it is time to let you go ”

“There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay. For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected. There are things done that cannot be undone.”