Quotes About Tears

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart's-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet's journal, writ in fire and tears... Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.

I cry all the time. Music makes me cry.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.

You know, I watched the original 'Same Time, Next Year' on DVD about ten times this year, and I cried all ten times.

A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.

I was in a fair way to win, now, for it was a dazzling opportunity for an Arab. He pondered a moment, and would have done it, I think, but his mother arrived, then, and interfered. Her tears moved me—I never can look upon the tears of woman with indifference—and I said I would give her a hundred to jump off, too.

after which placed their hand on their head, and appeared up closer to the sky, with the tears jogging down, and then busted out and went off sobbing and swabbing, and supply the following female a display.  I by no means see anything so disgusting.

So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside. People started to gather on the street, until Rosa Hubermann swore at them, after which they reversed back whence they came. ~A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN'S ANNOUNCEMENT~ 'What are you arseholes looking at?

Come on, Max,' she whispered, and even the sound of Mama's arrival at her back did not stop her from silently crying. It didn't stop her from pulling a lump of salt water from her eye and feeding it onto Max Vandenburg's face. Mama took her. Her arms swallowed her. 'I know',she said. She knew.

Her mouth jittered. Her cold arms were folded. Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

fell to my knees, hugged Uncle Roman, and wept.

What a gift. This page is briefly stained by my tears of gratitude. Novelists don't usually have it so good, do they, when something real happens (something unified, dramatic and pretty saleable), and they just write it down?

She left home in a huff of tears and landed in Chicago. That soaring city on Lake Michigan suited her outspoken, rebellious ways more than the delicately mannered, cultured city of Charleston ever had.

Are not the forest fringes wet with tears? Is not the voice of all regret Breaking out of the dark earth's heart? She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though She turned last night in disdain Away from the sunset-embers, From her soul she can never depart; She can never depart from her pain. Vainly she strives to forget; Beautiful in her woe, She awakes in the dawn and remembers.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wall that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

Me mordí el labio y contuve el llanto tan instantáneamente que creo que las lágrimas se pararon en seco a medio camino de mis mejillas.

Porque la audacia es una virtud, y las lágrimas de la posteridad serán perlas, pero los negocios son los negocios.