Quotes About Tears

From my tears of happiness I have became a mountain of strength surrounded by a sea of Joy.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn,Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus singSuch notes as, warbled to the string,Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

A secret dependence upon our prayers, tears, resolutions, repentance and endeavors, prevents us from looking solely and simply to the Savior, so as to ground our whole hope for acceptance upon his obedience unto death, and his whole mediation.

We will find God present throughout the journey toward reconciliation in the depths of fear, in the hopelessness of dark nights, in the tears of reconnection.

IDENTITY CLUE 13: JEWISH POPULATION "In those days, at that time," declares the LORD, "the people of Israel and the people of Judah together will go in tears to seek the LORD their God. They will ask the way to Zion and turn their faces toward it…Flee out of Babylon; leave the land of the Babylonians," (Jeremiah 50:4-5)

We cried together. And the sky wept with us.

I didn't notice I was crying until a stewardess came by and gave me a tissue to blow my nose in. Her arm and wrist were slender and they formed a pretty arch, like the limb of a fruit tree, as she poked the tissue into my clenched fist. She didn't look at my eyes. It was a perfect gesture, an expression of indifference and concern, which is the most a drunk can ask for.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Silently, his tears were streaming down his face like water from a faucet that could not be turned all the way off.

Well, crying's good. It prepares you for life. The more often I see children crying, the more often I think, "That's gonna be a healthy adult." That's what life is all about. There's a lot of crying involved. So you'd better cry now and get used to it.

He saw the suffering and sorrow, tears and death, that were to be the lot of men. His heart was pierced with the pain of the human family of all ages and in all lands. The woes of the sinful race were heavy upon His soul, and the fountain of His tears was broken up as He longed to relieve all their distress.

His tears were not for Himself, though He well knew whither His feet were tending. Before Him lay Gethsemane, the scene of His approaching agony. The sheep gate also was in sight, through which for centuries the victims for sacrifice had been led, and which was to open for Him when He should be "brought as a lamb to the slaughter." 4 Not far distant was Calvary, the place of crucifixion.

Bit me, Alexander. i cried bit me

i want to look at all my tears, she said. which made me shiver

Sophie swallowed, tears rising to her eyes again. It was an odd legacy to hand from mother to daughter: the ability to stand proud among the ruins of one's marriage.

Life is so strange I don't know why But somebody, somebody has to cry.

This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my very blood, as if a subtle disease had been injected to alter its course, its density and nature. To live around a true poet is to feel your blood run thin, to dream a paradise of anemia, and to hear, in your veins, the rustle of tears.

Un zîmbet inepuizabil, pe spatiul unei lacrimi...

Dau în scris, pentru toat? lumea care va veni dup? mine, c? n-am în ce s? cred pe acest p?mînt ÅŸi c? unica sc?pare este uitarea absolut?. AÅŸ vrea s? uit de tot, s? m? uit complet, s? nu mai ÅŸtiu nimic de mine ÅŸi de lumea aceasta. Adev?ratele confesiuni nu se pot scrie decît cu lacrimi. Dar lacrimile mele ar îneca aceast? lume, precum focul meu interior ar incendia-o.

Exist? o întreag? gam? a melancoliei: începe prin surâs ÅŸi peisaj ÅŸi sfârÅŸeÅŸte în dang?t de clopot spart în suflet. De aici, gustul diferit al lacrimilor.