Roland Barthes

I make myself cry, in order to prove to myself that my grief is not an illusion: tears are signs, not expressions. By my tear, I tell a story, I produce a myth of grief, and henceforth I adjust myself to it: I can live with it, because, by weeping, I give myself an emphatic interlocutor who receives the “truist” of messages, that of my body, not of my speech. “Words, what are they? One tear will say more than all of them.