Quotes About Tears

Lara Jean: Kitty, don't act like you never cry. Kitty: I cry over important things. Lara Jean: You cried the other night because Daddy wouldn't let you stay up to watch TV! Kitty: Yes, well that was important to me!

I can feel tears and panic building up inside me. If she asks me another question, it will be too much, and I'll cry.

And that's when I start to cry again, because that's when it finally feels real.

Tears burn my eyes. "I'm just gonna go to sleep now," and I rest my head on Chris's shoulder, and I cry.

I'd hoped I wouldn't cry, because I knew Margot wouldn't, and it's lonely to cry alone, but I can't help it.

Overcome as much as you can—nay even more than you can—the sensitiveness of your mind and check the copious flow of your tears. Else your deep affection for your nephew may be construed by unbelievers as indicating despair of God. You must regretim not as dead but as absent. You must seem to be looking for him rather than have lost him.

Self-pity can make one weep, as can onions.

As the music began for the last song, tears swelled in Hannah's eyes. She dared to take a quick glance at Jake only to find tears streaking on his face too. Then he turned to her and smiled. And he wasn't a dream at all. He was very real.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.

Every tear should live its purpose. Don't ever wipe the reason away.

silent tears fall ruefully at midnight

Ich bin ein Schwein, murmelte Münzer und fing mit vorgeschobener Unterlippe die Tränen auf. Sie überschätzen sich, Verehrter, sagte der Handelsredakteur.

Die Mutter winkte noch lange mit dem Taschentuch. Dann drehte sie sich langsam um und ging nach Hause. Und weil sie das Taschentuch sowieso schon in der Hand hielt, weinte sie gleich ein bißchen.

You see," said Otto. "That's the gift of age. Tears and laughter—quick changes. No resentments. Something one might well learn," he observed meditatively.

What if he were to open his mouth and cry out! But he only weeps, his head turned aside. He does not speak of his mother of his brothers or his sisters. He says nothing; all that lies behind him; he is entirely alone now with his little life of nineteen years, and cries because it leaves him.

J?s smaid?t. Un esat tik mier?gs. K?p?c j?s nebr?cat? - Es br?cu. Tikai j?s to nedzirdat.

Tears come without any provocation.10 Headache all day." The school's headmistress and founder, Sarah Porter, offered therapeutic counsel. "Cheer up," she told Theodate.11 "Always be happy." It did not work.

She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

When she cried her whole face went to pieces.

It is memory that is the somnambulist. It will come back in its wounds from across the world, like Phil, calling us by our names and demanding its rightful tears. It will never be impervious. The memory can be hurt, time and again -- but in that may lie its final mercy. As long as it's vulnerable to the living moment, it lives for us, and while it lives, and while we are able, we can give it up its due.

Sounds from the highway rolled in upon her with the rise and fall of eternal ocean waves. They were as deafening as grief. Windshields flashed into her eyes like lights through tears.

I love you, sweetheart, love you to distraction. Poor darling, don't worry! That's what she said when she left me. She turned and went, in her blue dress, the smile of love on her lips. Oh! If only it would leave me, that vision of parting grace! She could not tear her love from her heart, from her heart she could not tear it, never from her heart could such love be torn, never, never, never!

The hungry can't eat your tears. The poor can't spend them. They're no comfort to the afflicted and they don't bring the wicked to justice. Everything useful that can be done in the world can be done in joy.