"Men grow stronger through their tears."
—Koyomi Shirakawa, Da Capo
"Have you ever been in love with a man who's sensitive?
Have you ever been in love with a man who cries?
Well that's me: I'm sensitive.
And I cry. I'm crying right now.
In a manly way."
—Jonathan Coulton, "Until You've Been Soft-Rocked"
"I am man enough to cry
Hearts are burning
I am man enough to cry"
— Accept, "Man Enough to Cry"
—The Bible, John 11:35
"You can tell by the tears
He's a warrior who cries"
Panini: Chowder, are you crying?
Chowder: No! Only girls cry! Men weep!
"Real men cry! My mama always said, "Never trust a man who don't cry.""
—Mr. T (reportedly)
"Crying okay. Me want cry. Like a real boy."
—Robotboy, "Crying Time"
It wasn't dew and it wasn't grief either, if his hunch was right. It was a thing that happened to the Superintendent himself occasionally and happened to the lads too, even the hardest; it crept up on them...you didn't break down or beat your chest or any of those histrionics. No. You just happened to put your hand to your face and find it damp and you wondered what the hell Christ bothered to die for, if He ever died at all.
We cry not out of sorrow, but rather that we might again know joy.
—Anonymous 4Chan poster (Paraphrased)
"I will not say 'do not weep'; for not all tears are an evil."
—Gandalf, The Lord of the Rings
As recently as the 19th century, male tears were actually celebrated as a sign of honesty, integrity and strength. And not in the "you're brave enough to show your weakness" way, but just as a symbol that you actually gave a crap. And it probably also meant you were confident that no one would mock you, since you had just won a battle or torn the limbs off of a monster with your bare hands.
Twilight Sparkle: Are you crying?
Shinning Armor: No, its...liquid pride. Totally different thing.
"It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," [Vimes] said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.
"Why? It sounds cheerful."
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes.
Spike: So weak. Did you make me weak? Thinking of you? Holding myself, and spilling useless buckets of salt over your...ending.
Macduff: He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?
Malcolm: Dispute it like a man!
Macduff: I shall do so; but I must also feel it as a man!
—Macbeth, Act IV, Scene III