Quotes About Tears

What's weird, I said, is that I've never seen you cry. He said, I cry all the time.

I don't speak, I wrote. I'm sorry. She looked at the piece of paper, then at me, then back at the piece of paper, she covered her eyes with her hands and cried, tears seeped between her fingers and collected in the little webs, she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby, so I ripped the page from the book -I don't speak. I'm sorry.-and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara,[...]

Brod was afraid any tears of her own would cause the walls of the old house to give way, so she sandbagged them behind her eyes, exiled them to someplace deeper, safer.

A me piace vedere le persone riunite, forse è sciocco, ma che dire, mi piace vedere la gente che si corre incontro, mi piacciono i baci e i pianti, amo l'impazienza, le storie che la bocca non riesce a raccontare abbastanza in fretta, le orecchie che non sono abbastanza grandi, gli occhi che non abbracciano tutto il cambiamento, mi piacciono gli abbracci, la ricomposizione, la fine della mancanza di qualcuno.

I count eight separate deaths to which soldiers in the Iliad responded with tears, Several of these are quoted in the course of this chapter and need not to be repeated. The general answer to the question of who is wept is: everyone . American military culture in Vietnam regarded tears as dangerous but above all as demeaning, the sigh of a weakling, a loser. To weep was to lose one's dignity among American soldiers in Vietnam.

vi tu cara, y sentí vértigo y lloré, porque mis ojos habían visto ese objeto secreto y conjetural, cuyo nombre usurpan los hombres, pero que ningún hombre ha mirado: el inconcebible universo.

Vi alguna lágrima. El hombre alzaba o alejaba la voz y los acordes casi iguales eran monótonos o, mejor aún, infinitos. Yo hubiera querido que el canto siguiera para siempre y fuera mi vida. ...

The mother says to her daughter: The heart is an island. To reach it, You must cross salt water. This is what the daughter fears: That joy, like sorrow, Must be reached by shipwreck, Tossed on the flotsam of tears.

Rebecka laughs through her tears. There is almost too much laughter. It bubbles over because she has cried so much she has created an empty space, ready to be filled with another feeling.

God is a child who amuses himself, passes from laughter to tears without reason, and every day invents the world for the torment of the abstractors of its quintessence, the pedants, and the preachers who pretend to teach him his trade of creator.

i am walking in the rain because no body can see my tear.

The man walked off into the crowd, and before I knew it, he'd disappeared. There I was with my suitcase, in the middle of the Istanbul Airport. Alone. I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw the tears hitman shoes. Outside was dark. Night. I was nine years old and by myself in a foreign land. I didn't even speak the language. Quite simply, I was terrified" (Kazerooni, 2014, p. 45).

Men don't cry but their eyes just take bath sometimes

War poisons the land/ Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.

Was it this image of the woman she once was that made her fingers tremble? Or did she feel for this man in her bed who'd quietly started weeping for reasons she didn't understand?

Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste Na me dzieci?stwo sielskie, anielskie, Na moj? m?odo?? górn? i durn?, Na mój wiek m?ski, wiek kl?ski; Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste…

Andromache: See, I've stopped crying. I won't cry ever again, I promise you. Helen: Don't promise that. Never promise that. Tears are good sometimes. They clear the heart of sorrow. Cry.

Tears upon the dry sponge of heart do not prove I am Promethean.

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! There's not a sob in my chest. Dry hearted Peer Gynt I pare away, no hero, merely a cook.

Heartbreak can be so pathetic.

Prime?te-acum de ziua tristei s?rb?tori potirul meu cu lacrimi,bra?ul meu de flori, s? fii în moarte,vie-numai trandafiri...

Such contentedness and change of view in regard to every kind of life does the infusion of reason bring about. When Alexander heard from Anaxarchus of the infinite number of worlds, he wept, and when his friends asked him what was the matter, he replied, "Is it not a matter for tears that, when the number of worlds is infinite, I have not conquered one?

Podría dar la fórmula química de la lágrima. Pero sería una tontería. Todos sabemos que la lágrima no es nada más que unas letras mayúsculas y unos números chiquititos, un líquido que sirve para lavar el globo ocular. La lágrima lava también otras cosas. A veces es una pregunta. A veces es una respuesta. Pero siempre es un mensaje. Y nace lejos de los ojos.

It's been so lonely without you here. Like a bird, without a song. Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. So tell me baby, where did I go wrong?