Quotes About Tears

When my kids were very young, I have seen them crying, as they didn't want to go to school.

I've laughed, and I've cried. Laughing has got it over crying.

You have to stay hydrated when you have crying scenes.

I'm a crier. You won't see me lashing out, but you will see me crying a lot.

Everybody has been saying 'Srimanthudu' is the best film of my career. After watching the film, Dad told me that he's never seen me perform like this. I just couldn't stop myself from crying.

When I first heard my song on the radio, I started crying. My baby was out there, and it all became very real.

Crying is a kind of communication, and communication is awesome.

Instead they're crying like a school bus full of little French girls whose ice cream all melted.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

It yields us comfort also in desolate conditions, such as contagious sicknesses and the like, in which we are more immediately under God's hand, that then Christ has a throne of mercy at our bedside and numbers our tears and our groans.

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears.

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears

This land, which we have watered with our tears and our blood, is now our mother country, and we are well satisfied to stay where wisdom abounds and gospel is free.

And when the sobs finally begin they are long, scalding ones, the kind that come again and again.

Emily knew she was going to cry. She tried to avert it with a childhood trick that had sometimes worked before - pressing both thumbnails hard into the tender flesh beneath the nails of her index fingers, so that the self-inflicted pain might be greater than the ache of her swelling throat - but it was no use.

The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up

This was the tragic fallacy which brought on the decadence and collapse of the democracies of the twentieth century; those noble experiments failed because the people had been led to believe that they could simply vote for whatever they wanted . . . and get it, without toil, without sweat, without tears.

The golden sunshine of Italy congealed into tears. Here's to alcoholic brotherhood ... much more suited to the frail human soul, if any, than any other sort.

Go ahead and cry. Tears are lubricant for the soul. Males would be better off if they cried as easily as women

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

I saw no use in the past: only a scene Of degradation, ugliness, and tears; The record of disgraces best forgotten;

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

We are the only creatures that both laugh and weep. I think it's because we are the only creatures that see the difference between the way things are and the way they might be. Tears bring relief. Laughter brings release.

Addie Moore had a grandson named Jamie who was just turning six. In the early summer the trouble between his parents got worse. There were bad arguments in the kitchen and bedroom, accusations and recriminations, her tears and his shouts. They finally separated on a trial basis and she went off to California to stay with a friend, leaving Jamie with his father. He called Addie and told her what happened, that his wife had quit her job as a hairdresser and had gone out to the West Coast.