Quotes About Tears

C'est ridicule. On ravale toutes ses larmes pendant des années et voilà qu'on pleure sans raison dans un salon d'essayage de Frank et Fils.

Ciudate mai sunt lacrimile oamenilor!

In the darkness, warmed by the boy beside me, I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had tumed to cleiir water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.

My father had never liked tears. He thought a man never cried for others, only for himself. And if he did, he was a coward and deserved no pity.

Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear.

Les trois femmes, saisies de pitié, pleuraient: les larmes sont aussi contagieuses que peut l'être le rire.

Where was I to get a messenger who could carry my few chattels and my books? How could I pay him and the porter? Where was I to go? I repeated these unanswerable questions again and again, in tears, as madmen repeat their tunes. I fell asleep; poverty has for its friends heavenly slumbers full of beautiful dreams.

don't come to comfort you; I only bring you my heart to beat in sympathy with yours, and help you to bear with life. I come to bid you weep, for only with tears can you purchase the joy of meeting him again.

Is there, then, a law for the inner fruits of the heart, as there is for the visible fruits of nature? Can joy be made lasting? In what proportion should love mingle tears with pleasures? The cold policy of the funereal, monotonous, persistent routine of the convent seemed to me at these moments the only real life; while the wealth, the splendor, the tears, the delights, the triumph, the joy, the satisfaction, of a love equal, shared, and sanctioned, appeared a mere idle vision.

How could you speak of life and death with such a heart? How could you preach of heaven and hell in such a careless, sleepy manner? Do you believe what you say? Are you in earnest or in jest? How can you tell people that sin is such a thing, and that so much misery is upon them and before them and not be more affected with it? Shouldn't you weep over such a people, and shouldn't your tears interrupt your words?

Perhaps nature rations tears. That would be very sensible. You are born with three million one hundred and seventy-two potential tears, and you can use them up by the time you are eighteen or you can conserve them.

Remuer les morts avec des fleurs et des larmes par douce vengeance

Waarom duikt de herinnering op? Ik huil. En zonder reden. Ik kan niet lachen. Ik wil gelukkig zijn. Misschien is het een te grote vreugde die mijn ogen doet tranen.

A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so sad that you would expect the tears to drip off his beak. This magpie was like that.

A mermaid's tears are precious. Sea glass is said to be made of mermaid tears.

eyes widened, and a tear slid down her cheek. "I've never

The best artists are the greatest of criers.

Laugh, but weep at the same time. If you cannot weep with your eyes, weep with your mouth. If this is still impossible, urinate.

The suffering of my enemies will be a feast to the spirits. When I am old, I will remember the tears they have shed and it will ease my bones.

Jung has pointed out that bitterness and wisdom form a pair of opposites. "Where there is bitterness, wisdom is lacking, and where wisdom is, there can be no bitterness." Tears, sorrow, and disappointment are bitter, he says. But wisdom is the comforter in suffering.

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

He has sometimes said that he could be willing to walk twelve miles on his feet, on condition he might have an opportunity to preach a sermon: and he seldom did preach a sermon without tears.

But with what wonder has the season come? Its treasure lies in earthen ships, that carry dreams across the foam. And how your memory of Sarah rapes the fleshly heart that once bore scenes, now veiled in smoky stains of tears; it cries as on its crutches leans, and ever fills itself with fears. Be born anew to taste the sky Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly.