Quotes About Tears

Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

Vikus looked at Luxa and opened his arms. She stood, still frozen, staring at him as if he were a complete stranger. "Luxa, it's your grandpa," said Gregor. It seemed like the best and most important thing to say at the moment. "It's your grandpa." Luxa blinked. A tiny tear formed at the corner of her eye. A battle took place on her face as she tried to stop the feelings rising up inside her. The feelings won, and to Gregor's great relief, she ran into Vikus's arms.

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

They appear in the doorway, holding tea and toast, their faces filled with concern. I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears. So much for being strong.

I avoid looking at anyone as I take tiny spoonfuls of fish soup. The saltiness reminds me of my tears.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and bursts into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

PrzyszÅ'o?? zachowa czarnych we wdziÄ™cznej pamiÄ™ci. Przyjdzie taki dzieÅ", kiedy siedzÄ…ce pod palmami mÅ'ode damy ze Å'zami w oczach czyta? bÄ™dÄ… powie?? Ostatni Murzyn. A Niger stanie siÄ™ równie romantycznÄ… rzekÄ… jak Ren. THE END.

I still remember a few striking lines from Tagore's poems: I read in the problem of life and the world, The twist of tears and joy. I see before myself the busy feet of the wind, Suggesting humanity and law. The wind hastens to the shadow whose passion lies; Shall we go abroad and start anew, O wind, To build again a better life and song?

I cry a lot when I feel empathy. I can feel heartbroken by life, and I cry quite easily, sometimes for no reason. It's healthy, I think.

I've got songs that'll make a gangster cry.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.

...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

The sky cries for those filled with sadness

No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

Your tears for others will float you closer toward God.

No tear, is a wasted tear, if it spills out for love, whether in good times or bad.

Hate born from too many tears and too little Love

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away, even before you can reach my lips.

She blows a heavy breath, her eyes so full of tears that if she blinked, they'd fall.And then she does.She blinks. They fall. I break.- Cam