Quotes About Tears

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

Return, while night clatters and mirrors open and everything tears inside because of your absence. Everything wants to get on with the wind, the sky. To register a terrible gesture, some way of being without you, an impossible.

el vino se aclara mezclado a mis lagrimas tan mudas tu rostro de gitano enharinado aparece en cada burbuja mi garganta es un archipiélago maldito mi sien la tapa de un pozo inmundo desearte amor y enfrentar tu altura con cursis angustias!

Mientras me río, no sé por qué, me siento impura. Cuando lloro, no sé por qué, me siento yo y me purifico.

El llanto es tan saludable como el sudor, y más poético. Hay que aplicarlo siempre que sea posible como la medicina antigua aplicaba la sangría.

Uskoro je povjerovao da to što on piše nije poezija, nego nešto drugo, nešto dublje i teže opisivo; nešto što izražava njegov doživljaj života: napeto srce, suze skrivene u o?ima, osloba?aju?e bezna?e. Te su pjesme bile blues, utvrdio je Mirza, a u to nema sumnje...

He bursts into tears, and not some manlike tears either, where you pretend you're brushing something off your face and, incidentally, wipe a tear. Nope. He starts bawling like a kid who spilled his Slushie...

I once stirred thunder in the skies, And now, unlike the days of yore - Just tears in a drunken poet's eyes And laughter - from some whore.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow, And tuned my heart to elegies of woe. I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are borne! ... No more my soul a charm in music finds; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds. Soft scenes of solitude no more can please; Love enters there, and I 'm my own disease.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

The most despairing songs are the loveliest of all,I know immortal ones composed only of tears.

Creating emotion was what my career was all about. I wanted people to laugh at me; I wanted people to cry with me. I wanted people to feel good or to think about something when they watched me. I think that's why, even not being an Olympic champion, I have such a huge following around the world.

I'm a big crier in general. The right life insurance commercial will take me out for a couple of days. I watched Hillary Clinton on the news the other day, and I got choked up by Hillary Clinton.

I have always enjoyed watching my songs make people cry.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.

I remember the European Championships in 2004. Wayne Rooney was a special player in that tournament, and I definitely cried when we got knocked out then.

I don't like being weak in front of my mum or anyone for that matter. I don't like crying.

On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

I become so sentimental on planes: I could be watching 'Bridesmaids' and start crying.

I'm not much of a crier, actually. You know, I tend to cry and get sappy on planes.