Quotes About Tears

The Radletts were always either on a peak of happiness or drowning in black waters of despair; their emotions were on no ordinary plane, they loved or they loathed, they laughed or they cried, they lived in a world of superlatives.

Wait." The word shot out of me, perilous. And still I could not look at him, for the tears I held back were more dangerous still. I stooped and plucked a violet from the grass, purple blossom and heart-shaped leaves and all. He had once said that my eyes were like violets at midnight, darkest green, darkest poryphry. I offered to him the little rag of a flower and whispered, "A knight needs a token." My voice trembled only a little.

The tsar was holding her hands against his chest, the ring on his finger gleaming pale silver like the tears running in silver lines down his cheeks; he was gazing down at her with eyes shining jewel-green, as though she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

I can't, I said. I have a crown. If it means anything, it means this. Then leave it, she said. Leave it, Irinushka. It's only sorrow on sorrow. I bent and kissed her cheek. Help me put it on, I said softly, and she went and took it with tears in her eyes

I turned away and folded my arms on the table and put my head down on them and sobbed. When I lifted my head again, blotchy and tearstained, he was there, sitting near me, looking out of the window, his face bleak. His hands were folded in his lap, the fingers laced, as though he had held himself back from reaching out to touch me. He had laid a handkerchief on the table before me.

For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

En un instante infinito la lluvia quedó suspendida en el aire, un millón de lágrimas de cristal flotando en el vacío, y vi al ángel besarla en la frente, sus labios marcando su piel como hierro candente.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink," said the cardinal, as he spread poison on the knife edge by the light of a candelabra.

Aquella noche, con los ojos velados de lágrimas, se despidió de los años que había pasado en aquel cuarto oscuro y frío, perdido en sueños que ahora sabía que nunca llegarían a cumplirse.

The most sincere pain is experienced alone. Alicia felt secretly relieved when Isaac took his infinite sadness to a corner to drown in it. The only pain she hadn't learned to tolerate was to see old people cry.

La poesía se escribe con lágrimas, la novela con sangre y la historia con agua de borrajas"

Sólo recuerdo que llovió todo el día y toda la noche, y que cuando le pregunté a mi padre si el cielo lloraba le faltó la voz para responderme.

Alicia says that every crime is like an onion: you have to cut through lots of layers to find out what's hidden inside, and on the way you must shed a few tears.

Every piece of that marvelous world was a silent tear.

Todo crimen es como una cebolla: hay que cortar a través de muchas capas para ver qué esconde y por el camino hay que derramar unas cuantas lágrimas.

Les feuilles d'oranger luisaient comme des larmes d'argent, et le chant de la fontaine serpentait sous les arcades. Je scrutai la cour d'un regard déjà chargé de déception et peut-être aussi d'un lâche soulagement. Elle était là. Sa silhouette se découpait devant la fontaine, assise sur un banc, les yeux tournés vers les arcades du cloître.

I lie on my belly and embrace the fleshy ground, to get closer to my love. My cheeks become wet with tears, or maybe it's just sweat rising out of the skin below me. I drift into sleep, absorbing the sound of Stacy's heartbeat vibrating through my entire body.

Tears on the outside fall to the ground and are slowly washed away. Tears on the inside fall on the soul. And stay and stay and stay.

Tears on the outside fall to the ground and are slowly washed away. Tears on the inside fall on the soul and stay and stay and stay," Emma

Come back to me safe, Kate, Grace said, whispering, because her throat had closed and her own tears were falling. She had so much to tell Kate, so much more advice to give, but there wasn't time, because the tide was turning and David was no doubt waiting at the pier. But she had time for one last piece of advice. One last, desperate plea. And for God's sake, don't fall in love with your captain.

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.

Scent of jasmine and tears

Through many countries and over many seas I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites, to show this final honour to the dead, and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes, since now fate takes you, even you, from me. Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly, now at least take these last offerings, blessed by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead. Accept, by custom, what a brother's tears drown, and, for eternity, Brother, 'Hail and Farewell'.