Quotes About Tears

Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.

for when had the true faith been other than persecuted and trampled under foot? If one came to think of it with eyes purified from the tears of carnal impatience, what was it but a glorious martyrdom? Blest

either they're trying to upsell you a fifty-quid-a-head artisanal pork pie (serving this week: Peppa Pig's Uncle Bertie's left haunch, marinaded in a drizzle of preschoolers' tears) or

You said a bad word!" Lyssa hammed it up, eyes wide and limpid, and cranked her tear ducts all the way from Flood Danger: Raise the Thames Barrier to Critical Emergency: Three Gorges Spillway Eroding.

I'll shout out to James L. Brooks. 'Terms of Endearment' always makes me cry. Also, 'Stepmom' always makes me cry. I guess, you know, mothers dying. It's a safe bet that I'm going to cry.

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain If you cut me with a knife It's still the same And I know her heart is beating And I know that I am dead Yet the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real And it seems I still have a tear to shed

It's not just the embarrassment of tears. That's part of it, no doubt, but what embarrasses me much more, and always will, is the paralysis that took my heart. A moral freeze: I couldn't decide, I couldn't act, I couldn't comport myself with even a pretense of modest human dignity.

They would repair the leaks in their eyes.

We must never shed tears That is the life form's defeat and if we give into the emotions then it only becomes proof of our inability to control it.

She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.

By why, Ligurinus, alas why this unaccustomed tear trickling down my cheek? – why does my glib tongue stumble to silence as I speak? At night I hold you fast in my dreams, I run after you across the Field of Mars, I follow you into the tumbling waters, and you show no pity.

She thought it would dry his tears and give her some satisfaction as well. It could have worked, I suppose, but the children of suicides are hard to please and quick to believe no one loves them because they are not really here.

And it came to pass that Enoch looked upon the residue of the people, and he wept. And he beheld, and lo, the heavens wept also and shed forth their tears as the rain upon the mountains.

There's nothing good... behind those tears.

We are not born with tears. Your first dozen cries are dry. It takes some time for the world to arrive and salt the eyes.

My beloved tormented me so much We were forced to leave our native land; As drops wax from the burning taper So as we quit the circle of life Fell tears from our eyes. The gardener forbade us sporting in his garden, With laughter we came, With wailing we parted.

Mack to Abigail (pg. 257) "Psalm 126:5 says, 'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.' Ma said when she got overwhelmed and needed to have a cry, she could be sure joy would follow the tears. That the tears watered seeds of joy. I've had some of those tears myself.

Don't be afraid of your tears because no body has never cried before and one time they will wash away your sorrows

When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.

When a human's tears dry up forever, they transform into a monster

Ai ch?a t?ng ???c xúc ??ng v?i h?i th? nhè nh? c?a thi?u n? trong gi?c ng?, ng??i ?ó ch?a th? hi?u th? nào là d?u dàng. Môi nàng t??i h?n c? nh?ng cánh hoa ?m ??t và ?ôi hàng mi nàng l?p lánh nh?ng gi?t l? ?êm.

Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped down her puffy pink cheeks. She touched her tears, frowning. Then she looked up at Julia and whimpered two words before she fell asleep. 'Real hurts.'

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

Such watering pots,' Lord Ragsdale commented as he handed each of them ahandkerchief, then pressed a third to his eye. 'See here, you have set me a bad example.' He grinned at Tim. 'But I will practice economy and cry out of only one eye.