Quotes About Tears

Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order—never, at least, without long, and sometimes tearful, explanations of the advantages of obedience and the reasons for the request.

She chuckled to herself and wiped her eyes with her crooked old finger. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

In trying to stop your tears, I was already obeying the officer's command to the letter, not out of patriotic allegiance, but out of cowardice, in order not to feel the pain of my own heart, breaking.

I find myself drawn to literature more now than in the past; not the individual works as much as the idea of literature—the heroic effort and nobility of our human desire to make beauty of our minds—which moves me to tears

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She discussed her unhappiness with Mary Pereira, but the ayah only told her that there was no happiness to be gained from "the mens"; they made pickles together as they talked, and Amina stirred her disappointments into a hot lime chutney which never failed to bring tears to the eyes.

Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.

Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Only eyes washed by tears can see clearly.

The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room almost under ground, whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears

She was in tears; and, strange as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like those meteors which are seen passing inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.

So it is true that every one of our actions leaves some trace on our past, either dark or bright. So it is true that every step we take is more like a reptile's progress across the sand, leaving a track behind it. And often, alas, the track is the mark of our tears!

it is true, then, that all our actions leave their traces—some sad, others bright—on our paths; it is true that every step in our lives is like the course of an insect on the sands;—it leaves its track! Alas, to many the path is traced by tears.

on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.

Her sobs and tears were so vehement that her brothers' grief seemed cold beside hers. Nobody suspected a crime, so no autopsy was held; the tomb was closed, and not the slightest suspicion had approached her.

Dantès n'avait point changé de place. Une main de fer semblait l'avoir cloué à l'endroit où la veille il s'était arrêté: seulement son oeil profond se cachait sous une enflure causée par la vapeur humide de ses larmes. Il était immobile et regardait la terre.

verdad es que todas nuestras acciones dejan huellas, las unas sombrías, las otras luminosas, en nuestro pasado! ¡Verdad es también que nuestros pasos en esta vida se asemejan a la marcha del reptil sobre la arena y dejan un surco! ¡Ay!, para muchos este surco es el de sus lágrimas.

Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.

At first it appeared as if something with wings had fallen from above... perhaps an angel who had faltered then drowned, in tears of this poor tired world.

What was life anyway? Only a continuous vale of sadness and tears.

Sue isn't the only one to be overwhelmed and brought to tears. Lots of people are doing it, just standing there crying. They're letting it all out, their sorrow, their desperation, their hope, right there, right now, in the presence of Helene's shrine, for that is what the house has become.

That was history, in his opinion: that sorrow was unalterable and ever present. That tears could be preserved in the hardest granite.