“The Vazdru do not weep.""Who weeps? Not I.""Every word spoken was a tear.”
“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
“Life may be a vale of tears, all right, but there are some folks who enjoy weeping, I reckon.”
“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”
“Those who do not weep, do not see.”
“He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.”