Quotes About Weeping

Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

By fairy hands their knell is rung,By forms unseen their dirge is sung;There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,To bless the turf that wraps their clay,And Freedom shall awhile repair,To dwell a weeping hermit there!

Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now.

In one of Updike's stories about Henry Bech, someone tells the novelist that his books "are weeping, but there are no tears." "Troubling Love" is soggy with tears — and the blank mood that follows a good long cry — but you can't isolate the source of the weeping.

Your god is dead and only the ignorant weep. And if you claim there is a hell, then we shall meet there!

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Weep not for little Leonie, abducted by a French Marquis. Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French.

I hope and hoping feeds my pain I weep and weeping feeds my failing heart I laugh but the laughter does not pass within I burn but the burning makes no mark outside.

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.

the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature's fault that makes us first full, then empty.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

In the story of the Garden this took place in the cool of the day: that is, at night. And Adam, when he left the Garden where life was to have been eucharistic—an offering of the world in thanksgiving to God—Adam led the whole world, as it were, into darkness. In one of the beautiful pieces of Byzantine hymnology Adam is pictured sitting outside, facing Paradise, weeping. It is the figure of man himself.

Thou has heard the words of Christ. . . . Dost thou weep, when I have thee, Poor soul, what aileth thee? Dost thou weep, when I have wept so much? Be of good cheer ; thy wounds are saving, and not deadly. It is I that have made them, who mean thee no hurt : though I let out thy blood, I will not let out thy life (628).

Gwendolen was so touched that she wept, but quietly, for her mother would have been monstrously jealous of such emotion. She had claimed grief for her own long ago.

It was as if the spirit of his first gyre and his last gyre had comingled. Why is the old wolf weeping? Why am I weeping? - Foalan, Star Wolf

I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heartShall break into a hundred thousand flawsOr ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

I'd try to wash away the noise of the weeping woman and the vision of dust, but it echoed in my head all day.

Weeping is like cleansing your soul. It's liberating and somber.

In order to weep, I had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as I advanced. I displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself.

I shed a few tears as we passed the corner café where I used to drop in for a bite. I can weep discreetly. People think my eye is watering.

I wept because-because of something inside me that felt the need for tears.