Nothing is ever cut-and-dried. There's anguish behind everything.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's funny with fiction - once you cut something, it hasn't happened anymore.
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Nothing dries sooner than tears.
Never cut what you can untie.
Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.
Everyone fears the cut of the blade. It doesn't matter after that. I know the spirit survives as there is so much evidence of the survival of the personality in the afterlife.
There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!
For a tear is quickly dried, especially when shed for the misfortunes of others.
If something stinks, I say it stinks. But I try to massage it a little and not be as cutting, come behind it with a joke: Hey, I cut you deep, but now let me put a couple of stitches in you.