There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the 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.
Softly, Asuka wrapped her arms around him. Shinji followed her lead, and gently touched her cheek. His hand trembled, but his had lost control and allowed a natural instinct to take over. Their tear streaked faces were only inches away. He could feel her breathing, just as she could feel his.
He pulled her to him, feeling her warm, tear-stained cheek lightly brush against his, as she laid her head on his shoulders and quietly sobbed.
He pulled her to him, feeling her warm, tear-stained cheek lightly brush against his, as she laid her head on his shoulders and quietly sobbed.
There are periods when they [tears] are the noblest things in the world. The tears of penitents are precious: a cup of them would be worth a king’s ransom. It is no sign of weakness when a man weeps for sin, it shows that he has strength of mind; even more that he has strength imparted by God, which enables him to renounce his lusts and overcome his passions, and to turn to God with full purpose of heart. And there are other tears, too, which are the evidences not of weakness, but of might—the tears of tender sympathy are the children of strong affection, and they are strong like their parents. He who loves much, must weep much; much love and much sorrow must go together in this vale of tears.
— Charles Spurgeon
