Quotes About Tears

'The Joy Luck Club' is not a perfect film. But, I distinctly remember watching it with my mom - and bursting into tears after the screening!

The price of championships will never change. It's been set long before me. It will be the same long after me. That price is hard work, sweat, blood, tears, fatigue and exhaustion and doing so much more than what is required of you.

I loathed my first term boarding at Bryanston school in Dorset. I hated being away from home; I think I had my parents in tears every time I spoke to them. I regret being so spoilt because within two terms I loved it.

I was in Calcutta and my parents had an offer for me to feature in Falguni Pathak's music video, produced by Universal Music. I was in Class 9 then, and pleaded to decline the offer because I was too shy. My parents explained that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was in tears because I was too shy and conscious in front of the camera.

Humor was a big part of my childhood. My family was full of comedians. We'd sit around the dinner table and try to one-up each other. It sometimes ended in tears, but usually in laughter.

I am a confident person. I can make predictions or whatever, that is just my confidence level. If I got out there and do that, fine. If not, ain't no tears coming out of my eyes.

I think sometimes people expect people to burst into tears. But, I think sometimes emotion, as I've seen, shock, can have a lot of different manifestations. Sometimes it's tears and sometimes it's just complete stoicism.

I don't care about media crocodile tears for pageviews.

My sister happened to look at The Times, and there was advertised the Old Vic theatre school. I wrote, I suppose, and got an audition. They said I was in, so I burst into tears, because in those days I cried when I was happy and I cried when I was sad.

I was very nervous about everything. I was the girl who would burst into tears at the drop of a hat.

There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.

I love the stuff that makes you laugh and cry. It kind of sucker-punches you a little bit. That's the thing that most interests me as a performer, in addition to telling the most captivating story.

Jessie Wallace was the first time I erupted. She was late, she was young. She's not like that any more. I lost my temper. It was silly and I burst into tears and ran up to the producer. I said I had been terrible and amateur.

Men looked so tragic when they cried.

She raised a hand to her face purely for the purpose of hiding it. She felt suddenly and perilously close to tears.

Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.

Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." (Truvey Jones)

Tears will spring where woes are deep.

I ain't much for advice. Never been any good with words the way some men are. But I know, sometimes the tears just don't come. When the time comes to start healin', you oughta let yourself.

He had been always escaping, always rebelling, always fighting against authority, and always being flogged. There had been a whole lifetime of torment such as this; forty-two years of it; and there he stood, speaking softly, arguing his case well, and pleading while the tears ran down his face for some kindness, for some mercy in his old age. 'I have tried to escape; always to escape,' he said, 'as a bird does out of a cage. Is that unnatural; is that a great crime?

Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the better land, We'll read the meaning of our tears, And there, some time, we'll understand. We'll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began; Heav'n will the mysteries explain, And then, ah then, we'll understand. God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand; Some time with tearless eyes we'll see; Yes, there, up there, we'll understand.

And, man he cried when he talked. He cried big tears, the kind it takes an old man to cry, the kind it takes a saxophone to play.

Attunement of one's feet to the bald and hairy earth. Consider the blackbird, perched on a reed, a north wind blowing, the water torn. Now is the poem's beginning, even at this late hour in the span of everywhere. Consider the lovers, with not enough arms for all their need to embrace. Or, if you prefer, consider the madness of wars, the impossible weight of oceans. And even if we had been there, would we have laughed or cried?

Se volvió a mirarnos: ni siquiera había odio en sus ojos, sólo lágrimas y más lágrimas y la aturdida expresión de súplica del animal que ha sido abatido.