Quotes About Tears

She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.

There was a movie theater here once. It played silent films. It was like watching the world through dark glasses on a rainy evening. One night the piano player mysteriously disappeared. We were left with the storming sea that made no sound, and a beautiful woman on a long, empty bench whose tears rolled down silently as she watched me falling asleep in my mother's arms.

I like to walk in rain, so that nobody can see my tears.

I walk in the Rain, so people won't see my tears.

Of all the things she thought might happen when she came here, this wasn't one. To be shot like this. Tears came into her eyes. She closed them, laid her head down on the grass and in a few moments her tears were the only part of her moving

Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time. Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

She cried and her tears fell in the wrong direction. Not down over the light of her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, but away from the edges of her eyes to her ears and into the nest of her hair on the bed. She

I'd thought I'd weep tears of cathartic sorrow and restorative joy each day of my journey.

Who sat and watched my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.

With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green...

There should be no tear on your cheek, dear, had my hand the access to brush it away.

En stund gråter hun. Jeg vil tro at det er fordi hun er gravid. En gang sa Munita at gravide kvinner lett tar til tårene. Det har visstnok noe å gjøre med at det dannes så mye fostervann i livmoren at det flommer over iblant.

Scholars have said that if you want to know whether or not your heart is hard, then look at your eye. If it is dry and unmoved to tears, this is an indication of a hard heart. This is called jum?d al-?ayn or "an unmoved eye." A person who has sympathy and softness in the heart is said to have a moistened eye.

The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow.

You may think that Much-Afraid was altogether too much given to shedding tears, but remember that she had Sorrow for a companion and teacher. There is this to be added, that her tears were all in secret, for no one but her enemies knew about this strange journey on which she had set out. The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow. But

Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.

Then they kissed each other, and the young girl wept, and gave him a rose but before she gave it to him she pressed a kiss upon it, a kiss so tender and impassioned that the rose spread its petals.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

And then she cries some more, and finally she finds sleep, as one always eventually finds sleep, after toothache and after childbirth, after a fight and after a rare joy.

And far down the hill, below her, the multicolored lights of Los Angeles shimmered through her tears.

Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!

And in those tears they all shed together, the high and the lowly, melted away all the heart-burnings and anger of the oppressed. O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?