Those who weep for the happy periods they encounter in history acknowledge what they want: not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
No, I’ll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I’ll weep.
I wish I hadn’t cried so much! I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.[said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out]