Quotes About Tears

Because she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always.

My own tears seemed landlocked and frozen in a glacier I could not reach or touch within me.

He knew he should not have spared time for tears, and would not, ever again.

She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future … which suddenly felt so uncertain.

yet all looked deeply concerned; and as we saw it apparently coming on, so every one looked on himself and his family as in the utmost danger. Were it possible to represent those times exactly to those that did not see them, and give the reader due ideas of the horror that everywhere presented itself, it must make just impressions upon their minds, and fill them with surprise. London might well be said to be all in tears.

Let's see where this leads us, this adventure with the thrum of the music and the blizzard of stagy snow...happy tears freezing to diamonds...let's go, let's go, hurry towards the happy ending....let's go together toward something extraordinary, and I start making plans, thinking we would get that far.

The girl who laughs and talks a lot and seems very happy, is also the girl who may cry herself to sleep.

Tears are prayers too. They travel to God when we can't speak

When I have to cry, I think about my love life. When I have to laugh, I think about my love life.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

Bu darbenin etkisinden kurtulabilmek ve kaderimi kabullenebilmek, kederimi yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ yaÅŸamak, umutsuzluÄŸa kap?lmamak için elimden gelen her ÅŸeyi yapm??t?m. Yarar? olmuyor, ne kadar aÄŸlasam da yanan gözlerimdeki yaÅŸlar dinmiyordu—

mong the hundred thousand mysterious influences which a man exercises over a woman who loves him, I doubt if there is any more irresistible to her than the influence of his voice. I am not one of those women who shed tears on the smallest provocation: it is not in my temperament, I suppose. But when I heard that little natural change in his tone my mind went back (I can't say why) to the happy day when I first owned that I loved him. I burst out crying.

In some way the god had to be appeased and satisfied; for his worshipers had made him in the image and dream of themselves, and he had no great regard for human life, or womanly tears.

Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief. Can I see a falling tear. And not feel my sorrows share, Can a father see his child, Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd. Can a mother sit and hear, An infant groan, an infant fear- No no never can it be, Never, never can it be. - On Anothers Sorrow

Y?ld?zlar m?zraklar?n? aÅŸa??ya at?nca, GöÄŸü sulay?nca gözyaÅŸlar?yla, Güldü mü o, görünce eserini? Kuzuyu yaratan m? yaratt? seni?

I wasn't feeling grief: that hellish chest-crammed agony you feel - but some portion of my brain activated by the memory decided to trigger the tear ducts

Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry.

It's because she wants it told he thought so that people whom she will never see and whose names she will never hear and who have never heard her name nor seen her face will read it and know at last why God let us lose the War: that only through the blood of our men and the tears of our women could He stay this demon and efface his name and lineage from the earth.

This was the mother, the dead sister Ellen: this Niobe without tears who had conceived to the demon in a kind of nightmare, who even while alive had moved but without life and grieved but without weeping, who now had an air of tranquil and unwitting desolation, not as if she had either outlived the others or had died first, but as if she had never lived at all.

Ay, grief goes, fades; we know that–but ask the tear ducts if they have forgotten how to weep.

I wasn't crying, but I couldn't stop.

Most of the girls held a single candle, and the combined glow danced among the tear-streaked faces. They were so young, these girls: children. Kathy Torrance had particularly loathed that about Lo/Rez, the way their fan-base had refreshed itself over the years with a constant stream of pubescent recruits, girls who fell in love with Rez in the endless present of the net, where he could still be the twenty-year-old of his earliest hits.