Quotes About Tears

I stared at the words and they did not swim or blur. Rats have no tears. Dry and cold was the world and beautiful the words. Words of good-bye and farewell, farewell and so long, from the little one and the Big One. I folded the passage up again and I ate it.

While he may not often curse, Ray Bradbury does cry. Often. Tears of joy. Tears of sorrow. He cries when watching the news; he cries when people say kind things to him; he cries when recalling fond memories. Sometimes he cries several times a day.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. (Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us not speak of it at all.

When I fall I'll weep for happiness.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

But she…I…" The emptiness of his thefted recollections was real as any love loss. The rifled wallet seemed trivial. Tears banked his eyes. "But she was—" Confusion snarled the sentence's end. "What was she, friend?" Calli asked. "She…was." That was the sad entirety.

As on the driving cloud the shiny Bow, That gracious thing made up of tears and light...

He laughed and came forward impulsively to kiss her—his affection a potent thing, a flourish of light. She was smiling, her tears feeling fresh on her face. He smelled of sweat and roses. She felt it in the palms of her hands, in her loins. It was right. It was Southampton she had wanted all along.

Tara is the spiritual daughter of Avalokitesvara. She is usually either white or green in colour, and according to another beautiful legend she was born from the tears of Avalokitesvara as he wept over the sorrows of existence. In the midst of a great pool of his tears there appeared a white lotus. The lotus opened, and there was Tara , the very essence, indeed the quintessence, of compassion.

dalam diriku mengalir sungai panjang, darah namanya; dalam diriku menggenang telaga darah, sukma namanya; dalam diriku meriak gelombang sukma, hidup namanya; dan karena hidup itu indah, aku menangis sepuas-puasnya

His eyes were filled with tears, but his smile was encouraging. 'I hope you find what you're looking for.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .

O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my soul to me.

I think mascara is creepy," Liam volunteered. "Like lots of spider legs on a girl's eye. Really freaky part is if she starts to cry, and the spider legs dissolve and walk down her cheeks." ... "Girls wear makeup to feel stronger. It's armor for your face. You guys are stuck with the faces you have, which, in your cases, is unfortunate.

Dry your tears, Queenie. Only one thing world cares less about than a black man's tears, that a black woman's. You be dead soon anyway. You not half as tough as you think you are.

Dumbo... makes me cry. Every single time and in the exact same spot. I just have a special affection for Dumbo.

Let your tears fall because of sin, but, at the same time, let the eye of faith steadily behold the Son of man.

I'm sure when I have a nostalgic, teary moment in 10 years time, I'll try to put the glasses when I was 10 on and cry to myself in front of the mirror

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

I want people to be ecstatic but to cry at the same time.