Quotes About Tears

Whenever he had to leave her, Boltzmann, who was tender-hearted, was not able to hold back his tears.

Terminó temblorosa, llorando. Pocas veces lloraba Angustias sinceramente. Siempre el llanto la afeaba, pero éste, espantoso, que la sacudía ahora, no me causaba repugnancia, sino cierto placer. Algo así como ver descargar una tormenta.

Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper, It promises light Like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears Like a lover.

Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain ?

Before she turned around to face him, she wiped away the tears that had started down her cheeks. Nancy didn't cry much, but when she did, she cried in private.

She still held back her tears, as if subjecting herself to some terrible endurance test.

Never in my life have I ever been so insulted; the cabman, who was a rough bully and to my thinking not sober, called me every name he could lay his tongue to, and positively seized me by the beard, which he pulled till the tears came into my eyes.  I took the number of a policeman (who witnessed the assault) for not taking the man in charge.  The policeman said he couldn't interfere, that he had seen no assault, and that people should not ride in cabs without money.

Some things take so long But how do I explain When not too many people Can see we're all the same And because of all their tears Your eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Now, isn't it a pity

O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs, Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds and rain; My grief hath need of all the watery things That nature hath produced: let every vein Suck up a river to supply mine eyes, My weary weeping eyes, too dry for me, Unless they get new conduits, new supplies, To bear them out, and with my state agree.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.

Tears, she said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn't it?

Alyssa Arryn had seen her husband, her brothers, and all her children slain, and yet in life she had never shed a tear. So in death, the gods had decreed that she would know no rest until her weeping watered the black earth of the Vale, where the men she had loved were buried. Catelyn wondered how large a waterfall her own tears would make when she died.

The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.»

You are quite mad." The smoke had filled her eyes with tears. "If you were better born, I'd marry you.

And she would weep. When he saw tears rolling down her face, he would forgive her. She was less certain whether she would forgive herself.

When he thought of his daughters, he would have wept gladly, but the tears would not come. Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.

So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it...

Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis." She touched the faded scar upon her wrinkled cheek, where her tears had been cut away. "Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon.

The rain feels so good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay awhile longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since I last wept.

It took all her strength not to weep. She had been weeping too much of late. It was unseemly, she knew, but she could not seem to help herself; the tears would come, sometimes over a trifle, and nothing she did could hold them back.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.