Quotes About Tears

And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

She looked like a tear-streaked maid sleepless under the weight on unbearable knowledge. She smiled.

Sunshine and musk and dusty violets, but so faint. I breathed again: her skin, and her hair, oh dear god her hair…Tears ran down my face, my neck, dripped on my hands onto her shirt. All I had left of her. So faint. So very faint.

I sipped, and the hot liquor eased the pain in the center of my chest, warmed the unfallen tears, made me long to bury my face in a woman's hair. In Julia's hair.

Her sister wanted to cry, but she was a woman grown. No one must see her tears, not even her women, for fear of bringing shame on the family name. There was nothing Hild could do. This was Hereswith's wyrd; it had been since Cwenburh's death.

I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die

And for long years to come I am destined by some strange fate to walk hand in hand with my odd heroes, to gaze at life in its vast movement, to gaze upon it through laughter seen by the world and tears unseen and unknown by it!

The "laughter through tears of sorrow" that Pushkin noted elsewhere in his work is precisely laughter. The images it produces are too deeply ambiguous to bear any social message.

And for a long time yet, led by some wondrous power, I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

one thing I don't need is any more apologies i got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs i don't know what to do wit em they don't open doors or bring the sun back they don't make me happy or get a mornin paper didn't nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Life is full of sniffles sobs and smiles. With sniffles predominating.

For wine is the color of blood and the texture of tears, and you can drink it to warm your belly and piss it out to get rid of it. And forget the whole damned mess that is too much for any man to face.

There are some people at whom one only has to glance for one's throat to tighten and one's eyes to fill with tears of emotion. These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he wore in his native country, and remind him how to return home.

Gnjev uvijek za sobom ostavlja puno praznoga mjesta na koje se odmah, kao poplava, ulijeva tuga i te?e velika rijeka., bez po?etka i kraja. Suze, opet su se obnovili njihovi izvori." str. 235.

Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more - it can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For them, music is not a luxury, but a necessity.

Laughter and tears are meant to turn the wheels of the same machinery of sensibility; one is wind-power, and the other water-power; that is all

Llorar de amor, de hastío, de alegría. Llorar de frac, de flato, de flacura. Llorar improvisando, de memoria. ¡Llorar todo el insomnio y todo el día!

Lloremos. ¡Ah! Lloremos purificantes lágrimas, hasta ver disolverse el odio, la mentira, y lograr algún día -sin los ojos lluviosos- volver a sonreírle a la vida que pasa.