Quotes About Tears

I am easily moved to tears and rarely survive a visit to the cinema without shedding them, racked, as I am, by the most perfunctory, meretricious or even callously sentimental attempts at poignancy (something about the exterior of the human face, so vast and palpable, with the eyes and the lips: it is all writ too large for me, too immediate for me.)

When people cry, it creates a "bookmark" in their brains—it is a moment, or experience, they are unlikely to forget.

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don't we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries we rail against you. We see you in every drop of blood in every tear.

I lay my tasks down one by one; I sit in the silence of twilight grace. Out of the shadows, deep and dun, Steals, like a star, my Baby's face. .... I will take up my work once more, As if I had never laid it down. Who will dream that I ever wore, In triumph, motherhood's sacred crown? .... Nevertheless, the way is long, And tears leap up in the light of the sun. I'd give my world for a cradle-song, And a kiss from Baby—only one.

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars.

He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say 'I love you' right out loud.

Twinking tears in a sea of black. Soft light in a world of darkness. Tiny wishes in a place of dreams. Do you see them? They are, after all, just shining stars in the dark of night.

Onion soup sustains. The process of making it is somewhat like the process of learning to love. It requires commitment, extraordinary effort, time, and will make you cry.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.

You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time... even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

From the seed of the thief The Dragon will rise, the gluttonous one, feeding on the blood of babes, Drinking the tears of mothers. —Song of Venda

Her tears, they ride the wind. She calls to me, And all I can do is whisper, You are strong, Stronger than your pain, Stronger than your grief, Stronger than them. —The Last Testaments of Gaudrel

The room closed in, dark and black and far from everything I had ever known. I felt like a child again, wishing I could curl into my mother's arms on a stormy night and she could whisper away my fears. The wind punched and thrashed against the shutters, unforgiving, and I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

The immensity of the death was numbing. But I knew at some point tears would come again. The pain would take hold of me unexpectedly and throw me to my knees. There were no rules to grief, but there were rules to life, and in those first few days, the requirements of the living demanded I keep going. - The Beauty of Darkness

We're all part of a greater story too... one that transcends wind, time... even our own tears.

It had been odd to envy their grief, but I had. I envied the explosion and finality of it-- their sobs and tears... Her passing came slowly, over months and years, in the dull bits, pieces, and mundane hours that I worked to stay alive... The memories of her became disconnected blurred images, warm hands cupping my cheeks, a tuneless hum as she worked, words that floated in the air, her finger pressed to my lips.

I watched them race along the hallway, laughing, forgetting about the shouting they'd heard, the tears they saw, and I wished all memories could be erased so easily.

I love you," he gasped. "For always." "And I love you," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. He rolled on his side and drew her close, his arms sheltering against the storm that pounded on London. The sky itself wept because they loved each other, and it wasn't enough. As

Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.