I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

The gods do make playthings of us. But it is we mortals who provide them with tools.

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.

Mother earth cried so much that she has pool of tears more than the land of happiness.

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.