Quotes About Tears

A good friend is someone who is there for me when i'm glad or sad...who I can laugh madly with or cry badly with.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

they were very scary times [1982], Midge Ure dancing with tears in his eyes. That German girl with the hairy arm pits singing about 99 red balloons.

Almanlar ,kalplerinizi ta?la?t?r?n.Kalplerinizi her ?eye kar?? ,ama en çok da kad?nlar?n gözya?lar?na kar?? ta?la?t?r?n.Bir kad?n?n ruhu yoktur ve bu yüzden de ac? çekemez.Onun gözya?lar? sahtedir,aldatmacad?r.

Knowingly or unknowingly, humanity waits in its suffering, sorrow, and sin, in its baptism of tears and blood, - for what? For the King. Parties are leaderless, and nations are all at unrest. "Broken lies creation, Shaken earth's foundation, Anchorless each nation: Lord, come away!

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.

This guitar had cried, wailed, wept when Frankie had played; and in the dim corners of smoky bars from Harlem to New Orleans, bars ripe with the odors of whiskey and cheap cologne, people had cried, wailed, and wept along with it, bright eyes, running down ebon cheeks.

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. "My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child." I stopped.

Llorar ayuda porque lava el dolor.

The same conclusion could be made about marriage. Every marriage has sorrows. Every marriage has trials. There isn't a shared bedroom in this country where tension doesn't occasionally or perhaps frequently lift its snarling head. Many a pillow has been a solemn receptacle for soul-felt tears, cried late at night or even all throughout the day. We don't get to choose which sorrows or trials we are called to bear, only that we must endure them.

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.

She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.

She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

Sometimes I look at this world and it moves me to tears. The joy and terror and the mad bloody drama of it all. I wonder why they never seem to really see it. Maybe one lifetime just isn't enough. Or maybe it's too much. I can't say. But the truth, to be perfectly plain, is that people are always looking for magic in all the wrong places.

Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others.

They [my eyes] immediately started to tear up, tears being your eyes' way of forbidding you to look away,of forcing you to look at the world you've made or unmade.

I am not Abitha. Abitha was murdered. I am the witch, and the witch cares not for your tears.

Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.

His sister wiped at her runny mascara.

Tears came to him. He wept quietly, holding nothing back. He mourned mankind, and the blindness of men, who thought that the Kosmos had rules that would shelter them from their own freedom. There were no shelters. There were no final purposes. Futility, and freedom, were Absolute.

Historja tych filmów bywa prosta, banalna, w banalno?ci swej gryz?ca, jak machorka. Filmy takie, wy?wietlane dziesi?tkami w podmiejskich iluzjonach, wyciskaj? ?zy z oczu sentymentalnych szwaczek.

How rare were the tears of a dragon. We once lived in paradise and because of the corruption of an angel disgused as a dragon, all the world was cast into darkness. Now, as humans, we shed many tears-for what was lost, for what might of been, and for the end of friendships. Goodbye my true friends.

Bajo el sombrero gacho una lágrima cayó al mar desde los ojos de Ahab; el Pacífico nunca contuvo tanta riqueza como esa única gota de dolor.

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body!