Quotes About Tears

Here's the dilemma, Itself the solution. I have always been at the same time woman enough to be moved to tears and man enough to drive my car in any direction.

Myself, mad, wise, I know the taste of burning tears.

There was a weight to the emptiness of rooms in which you had once lived that was more fearsome than anything she had ever encountered in life, not because they were haunted, as she had joked with Skip Cuddy, but because they were not. The conversations, the quarrels, the long fraught silences, the tears: they had disappeared utterly and completely. A cemetery was a place intended to be still. It was here, where once there had been life

Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears Can witness how I cling to thee?

Well, don´t cry about it, mother,´ said I, for the tears were gushing from her eyes, ´there, let that kiss efface the one I gave Eliza; don´t abuse her any more, and set your mind at rest; for I´ll promise never to - that is, I´ll promise to - to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of´.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

I don't want to be cross, love cannot be forced. There were tears in her eyes as she left the room.

Crying can bring such relief.

A little later I felt hopeful and full of expectation again, though my tears were still flowing -- on the inside.

Helpless, heartbroken and lonely, Katrien sank into the grass at the side of the road and wept—wept until she had no more tears. Darkness had already set in by the time she picked up the overturned basket and headed home. From somewhere in the grass came the gleam of a silver thimble…

Thinking about the suffering of those you hold dear can reduce you to tears.

I started to cry then, and I cried for a long time without making much noise. I cried and cried like a little kid.

I'd given talks for years about how when it comes to grieving, the culture lies--you really do not get over the biggest losses, you don't pass through grief in any organized way, and it takes years and infinitely more tears than people want to allot you. Yet the gift of grief is incalculable, in giving you back to yourself.

silently against Michelle's robust shoulder, until I learned that tears were of no value. There was no escape for us from the dank walls and rigid

Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I had revealed to him? If my tears spilled now, he would see them. If I trembled now, he would know.

i wondered vaguely what it would be to feel this loss, this outrage, and be justified in it, be deserving of sympathy, of solace. I would not have told my woe to a living creature. My own tears meant nothing to me.

He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

I was too miserable to take much consolation just from feeling good for a moment in a welter of shudders and salted, bloodstained tears.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

But he could not go up to the room as yet, and seating himself on a stone step, his head on his arms, he wept silently. Years had passed since he had shed tears, or so it seemed. Surely years since he had let them flow so copiously. And what stopped him finally was that he could hear his own crying.

and when I took my fingers down, there was the stain of the tears, tinged with mortal blood. And already there was begun in me the tingling of the monster that had killed, and would kill again

Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below.

His expression changed. He grew sad, agitated, without moving so much as a muscle and the tears come up in his eyes. How wise he seemed for his years. How strangely compassionate.

Você sabe qual é minha opinião sobre o choro? Acho que algumas pessoas precisam aprender a chorar. No entanto, uma vez que se tenha aprendido, uma vez que se saiba chorar de verdade, não há nada que chegue a seus pés. Sinto pena de quem não conhece o segredo. É como assobiar ou cantar.