Quotes About Tears

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

The way grief takes many forms, as tears or pinwheels. The way the word haystack never conjures up the same image twice. The way we assume all tears taste the same. The way our sadness is plural, but grief is singular.

When I told my children, the three of us hugged in a circle, burst into tears. As if the tears were already there crying on their own and we, the newly bereaved, exploded into them.

All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.

The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.

O brilho do diamante são as lágrimas dos trabalhadores da Companhia. A dureza do diamante é uma ilusão: não é mais que gotas de suor esmagadas pelas toneladas de terra que o cobrem.

Christ loves mothers and is drawn to their tears, words, and prayers. After all, He lived in the house, ate her cooking, saw her clean His clothes and His room, and knew she was blessed above all women.

The mountain withdraws into its stillness, my body dissolves into the sunlight, tears fall that have nothing to do with i. What it is that brings them on, I do not know

Cornelius rose. He dried his eyes. For his spirit and will were waterproof.

Flow my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled forever let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn.

Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice could hardly be heard.

Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and shacking up with a German assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go,' she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.

I'll try a slice of peach, she said, and gingerly picked out a slippery pink-orange furry slice with her long fingers. And then, as she ate the slice of peach, she began to cry.

La respuesta emocional del lector es algo muy valioso. Los relatos tienen que ganarse sus propias lágrimas, sin hurtarlas de ningún otro sitio.

Lyra was in tears. Her dear, her brave one, her fearless defender, was going to die, and she would not do him the treachery of looking away, for if he looked at her he must see her shining eyes and their love and belief, not a face hidden in cowardice or a shoulder fearfully turned away.

It was the first time I saw my father cry. A childhood milestone, when another's tears are more unbearable than one's own.

It is said that the gates of paradise can only be opened by the tears of those left behind. I do not know whether that be true. It should be, I think.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain. "It's okay," I tell her. "It's okay to be happy." The tears come to her eyes.

She's holding it together, too, and I want to tell her she doesn't have to do that for me, because I might not be able to do it or her. I can tell she's also trying not to look back, but she does it - she looks over her shoulder - and the tears won't leave her eyes.

There will be peaks of great joy from which to crow and vales of tears out of which to climb. When and why they will happen, no one can say, but they will happen. To all of us. We will all go back and forth from one to the other countless times during a lifetime. This is not some call to bipartisanship between inimical sides. The Happy and the Sad are the same population.

For my fifty dollars, I want to leave the doctor's office in tears, but instead I walk out feeling like a hypochondriac

Kylpaitryc's eyes streamed tears as he coughed explosively on harsh, sinus-raping smoke.

He weeps like a child, catching his breath and hiccuping,his face drenched with tears.We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. [..] We are risen does, not fallen angels. Tomás is strangled by loneliness.