Reading "The Alchemist" for school ... yesterday came across a bit that reminded me of a conversation with a friend about what makes us cry...:
    "As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, 'Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears.  That's where I am, and that's where your treasure is'" (Coelho 159).
    Then...what we treasure stirs our heart to joy, which is the fountain from which all our tears come.  That would mean, then, that perhaps within sorrow and loss, the well of joy, of our treasure, is far deeper, supplying our hearts with the tears that come in remembering...