Quotes About Tears

Do not cast your boat on a river of tears, cried the tearing wind. Small hands are still, be still. She knelt then lay on her side, clutching a key, accepting kindness of endless sleep.

Sáng tr?ng, r?i bóng t?i. N?ng d?i xu?ng t? m?i ng? tr?i, sau ?ó là ?êm ?en, nh?ng vì sao im l?ng, gió xao ??ng lá cành. L? th??ng là v?y.

Rather than fill me with ecstasy or gladness, this breakthrough overpowered me with dread. I didn't know myself anymore. I was inhabited by something that wasn't me, and that thing was so terrible, so alien in its newness, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I let the tears come pouring out of me, and once I started, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to stop

arriving from Scotland, she had cried herself

Algo de tal-qual- mão, algo de tenebroso, veio junto com o mato: Depressa -- desesperos, seus oleiros! --, depressa a hora ofereceu o barro, depressa a lágrima estava ganha:-- mais uma vez, com cacho azulado, acercou-nos, este hoje

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.

We queers of Revelation hill...died of the greed of power, because we were expendable. If you mean to visit any of us, it had better be to make you strong to fight that power. Take your languor and easy tears somewhere else. Above all, don't pretty us up. Tell yourself: None of this ever had to happen. And then go make it stop, with whatever breath you have left. Grief is a sword, or it is nothing.

Tears are part of the leeway of the common areas of a hospital, since so many have to do their crying away from the patient's bed. You don't care who sees you cry in the lobby: it was port of entry for all the sorrows, and one gave up all one's previous citizenship at the border.

El estilo trascendental no es una experiencia, sino una forma. El estilo trascendental no pretende hacer que el espectador comparta las lágrimas de Hirayama; lo que intenta es purgar esas lágrimas e integrarlas en una forma más extensa.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

There is weeping in my heartLike the rain falling on the city.

II pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. NÆ¡i tim Ä'ây n?c n?, nhÆ° thành ph? mÆ°a rÆ¡i...

Il faut, voyez-vous, nous pardonner les choses: De cette façon nous serons bien heureuses Et si notre vie a des instants moroses Du moins nous serons, n'est-ce pas ? deux pleureuses.

Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town. ( Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. )

Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville.

To go through our first creation is a turning of the soul we hope toward the light, out of the animal world. God be with us. To go through another tears all the making of the first creation and sometimes it falls to bits. We fall into pieces. She is asking, Where is that rock of my creation?

Laughter through tears: it's the Southern way.

Piangendo [...] ci si pulisce meglio che tuffandosi nel lago più puro. Si posa il fardello sul marciapiede del binario d'arrivo.

The good want power, but to weep barren tears.The powerful goodness want: worse need for them.The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom;And all best things are thus confused with ill.

Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for songWild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night longSad storm, whose tears are vain,Bare woods, whose branches strain,Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong

When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the daybeam is gone, Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine; When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan, She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.

I heard, as all have heard, the various story Of human life, and wept unwilling tears.