Quotes About Tears

Very good records exist about the Trail of Tears. Journals and other records kept by Cherokees and non-Indians tell such things as which people were where on which day.

It is amazing to me that so little is still known about the Trail of Tears or the lives of the Cherokees themselves.

I loved my mission in Switzerland and Germany. As I left on the train from Basel, Switzerland, tears flowed down my cheeks because I knew then that my full-time service in the Church had ended.

I was trained in classic theater, so I love me some good old crying.

So take a good look at my faceYou'll see my smile looks out of placeIf you look closer it's easy to traceThe tracks of my tears

It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?

If you haven't cried, your eyes cannot be beautiful

tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?

We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face.

The love of God does not consist in tears or in this delight ad tenderness, which for the greater part we desire and find consolation in; but it consists in serving with justice and fortitude of soil and in humility. Without such service it seems to me we would be receiving everything and giving nothing.

Alors, dans l'obscurité j'ai pleuré de bonheur.

Ä°çte tutulan gözyaÅŸlar? ak?t?lanlardan daha ac?t?c?d?r.

Åžimdi bile onlar? gözya?? dökmeden düÅŸünemiyorum ama art?k gözlerimde yaÅŸ da kalmad?.

Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

She didn't want her sister to see her crying.

There are tears that shine like a smile, sobbing like a sunrise for the truth.

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth.

The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.

Each pain is Unbearable / yet TriflingSeeing the TRUTH is Excruciating / yet ExquisiteThrough Laugher & Tears / Grinning & Fear, we face our demons.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears – the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Through honeycombs of stone would now be wandering the passions in their clay. There would be tears and there would be strange laughter. Fierce births and deaths beneath umbrageous ceilings. And dreams and violence and disenchantment.

he lifted his eyes. The eternal kind went out of his shoulder. He opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless with outrage, joy, and wonder. Then he burst into tears.

These spasms of emotion take him constantly. A song can do it; even the sight of an old dog. They pass. They usually pass. This time, though, tears start falling from his eyes almost before he knows it will happen, and for a moment a compartment of his being (the same compartment that counts steps, sips, claps) says to itself, He's crying, how strange. Louis leans forward, puts his face in his hands. He sobs.