Perhaps ‘weeping’ is too crude; perhaps we must not refer all tears to one and the same signification; perhaps within the same lover there are several subjects who engage in neighboring but different modes of ‘weeping’. Which is the ‘I’ who has ‘tears in my eyes’? Which is that other self who, on a certain day, was ‘on the verge of tears’? Who am I who pours out ‘all the tears in my body’? or who seds, upon waking, ‘a torrent of tears’?
~ Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via mayhap)