Quotes About Tears

The irony makes me laugh myself sick: think for a moment of ripping myself free, taking Elspeth and Gabe and running for the hells-and find out my gorgeous justification is already part of the prime minister's audacious plan for world cooperation-By the time I'm done, wiping tears onto the back of my left hand, everybody else by the windows is staring at me. I shake my head helplessly and grab Ellie's hand.

Dry hands, hot, callused. Eyes dripping silver light, so it pooled and ran down the Wolf's creased cheeks like tears. But the look on his face wasn't sorrow.

I was too exhausted with memories and the volatile tears that memories seemed to drag from me at every opportunity now.

He wasn't sure if the salt and iron he tasted was blood and the bridle, or Mehiel's tears.

Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.

I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.

CAN YOU SEE? The first... Tear once I found out that you left without a goodbye? The first... Drizzle of rain drowning all my hope? The first... And last heart of mine break in two? The first... Moment we met?

You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears. So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I'm afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest... -Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.

Let the young rain of tears come, Let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think. —ROLF JACOBSEN

O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart. A

You may hold my tears and live as you did before, trusting your soul to no one. Or you may release my tears and accept what comes.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

other. And because she had, ever since then, been weeping from a private faucet inside her, unable to keep

O great Ariadne who pour out your tears On the shore, as you see, out there on the waves, The sail of Theseus flying white under the sun, O sweet virgin child whom a night has broken, Be silent! -Sun and Flesh (Credo in Unam)

Al nostro lavoro si viene avendo già pianto a casa.

I had waited for the tears to stop before I called him, waited until my whole body was empty and dry, hard as a fist. But now I felt the sadness rising again in my chest.

And why does man weep when he is sad? I asked at last—Because the glass in the eyes must be washed now and then, so that we can see clearly, said the child.

With sober prayer on Jesus call; Let tears with our strong crying fall; Sleep cannot on the pure soul steal That supplicates with fervent zeal.

Mahatma is one whose soul doesn't rest in peace while there are tears even in a single eye.

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them. There was nothing to do but kiss her.

His gaze locked with hers as he leaned into her, his mouth finding hers. She tasted the saltiness of her tears and the cold scent of the winter day on his lips.

The best comedians and the best rappers can make you laugh and can make you cry... I believe I've been blessed with that gift to make you do just that.