Quotes About Tears

The wind," Mary said again. "It was making everyone tear up.

His eyes were teary from the wind, red-rimmed and bloodshot. His nose was running and there were tears on his windblown cheeks. She

Laughter isn't even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out. Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don't you think?

I tell you, Chickadee I am afraid of people Who cannot cry Tears left unshed Turn to poison In the ducts Ask the next soldier you see Enjoying a massacre If this is not so. People who do not cry Are victims Of soul mutilation Paid for in Marlboros And trucks. Violence does not work Except for the man Who pays your salary Who knows If you could still weep You would not take the job.

I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.

America why are your libraries full of tears?

all movement stops and I walk in the timeless sadness of existence, tenderness flowing thru the buildings, my fingertips touching reality's face, my own face streaked with tears in the mirror of some window - at dusk - where I have no desire - for bonbons - or to own the dresses or Japanese lampshades of intellection -

If you must suffer, suffer nobly. Love, laugh through your tears, or cry, create and perhaps, perish.

In the Trees ON LOU'S SWEET, ROUND, BRISTLY FACE WAS THE LOOK OF A CHILD who has just seen a car back over his favorite toy. Tears sprang to his eyes, the brightest thing in the dark. It distressed her to see him nearly crying, to see his shock and disappointment, but the sound of the handcuff snapping shut—that sharp, clear click, echoing on the frozen

When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.

We have fun acting like this, acting like we are incredibly offended. Really, we are just bored to tears with everything.

my eyes blurred wetly with hot tears

When the end comes, I hope it's as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we've never seen before.

I was crying on the back-porch swing. You came out with a corsage of fresh forget-me-nots and roses, and a handkerchief. You told me any guy worth my time would always come to me with flowers and a handkerchief. One to make me smile, and the other to dry my tears, because a smart guy knows women need to cry as much as they need to laugh.

Life is a blend of laughter and tears, a combination of rain and sunshine.

There's something in the moment when you can make them laugh or cry and show and incredibly compassionate side of life. I find that a really exemplary way to live.

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries.

How oddly do life and death jostle each other in this strange world of ours! How nearly allied are smiles and tears!

Sometimes you'll laugh. Sometimes you'll cry. Life never tells us, the when's or why's. When you've got friends, to wish you well. You'll find your point when. You will exhale.

The grief and tears didn't wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet.

A hand rules heaven as a hand rules pity; hands have no tears to flow.

My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows.