But a pilot's heart wept for the pretties left dead or dying, never to know the sweet thrill of lift again.

Lying there, in the eternal darkness, Crysania's heart wept the tears her eyes could not.

Though his own heart wept for her, Mhoram met her gaze.

Her eyes were burning-dry, though her heart was weeping.

Only his heart was weeping happily, after the pain.

The eyes of the dying are dry, but well they knew that the heart of the man was weeping.

"I do too," he told her, trying to match her smile while his heart wept for the courage she clung to with both hands.

There was a great sadness in his face, and my heart wept to see it.

The heart that had gone into deep freeze years ago wept.

Her eyes were burning dry, though her heart was weeping.