Quotes About Weeping

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.

Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for dancing or for weeping, for battle or for love.

I liked those tales. They were better than my stepmother's stories of Cuthbert's miracles. Christians, it seemed to me, were forever weeping and I did not think Woden's worshippers cried much.

If you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. Jeremiah 13:17

The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.

La Soleá" All in this world has broken. All that's left is silence. (Leave me in this field weeping.)

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before and they did it tonight and they'll do it again and when they do it--seems that only children weep.

Anger was better than weeping.

Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, Of February, in sobs and ink, Write poems, while the slush in thunder Is burning in the black of spring.

Felicity grabbed onto a broken roof beam for support. It was strange, standing in the middle of where the drawing room used to be, and seeing her broken bedchamber furniture occupying the same space. She wanted to cry every time she looked at the rubble, but weeping wouldn't help her dig out her jewelry box or the books piled in the wreck of the library.

It was then, so curiously, that Miranda held out her arms...And Rachaela went into the arms of Miranda, and together they wept,...like ancient sisters in a tragedy.

Mercurio began to laugh. It was not the usual musical and dangerous laughter. He coughed and cawed and rolled on the ground, bent double as in pain-he might have been weeping. And somewhere in his soul, possibly he was.

They only want to weep As after the huge wars Senseless huge wars Huge senseless weeping.

He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece . True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.

They got these pancakes here," she said, "with things cooked into them. Supposed to be super tasty, and they eat them during the Weeping. Ten varieties. I'm gonna steal one of each." "You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes." "Really awesome pancakes." "Despite the fact that a deific Shardbearer is here-a man who went to great lengths to try to execute you.

We know almost nothing about Daniel's feeling for his parents. To read that he wept uncontrollably at his father's funeral in May 1910 is startling, not just because it is the only testimony to their attachment, but because Daniel was then well on in his forties and his usual style was so restrained.1

It is through such failure and weeping that the Abba of Jesus conforms us to the image of His Son. Yet if our faith is not alive and dynamically operative, suffering is absurd, pointless.

But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.

I did a book signing when we were in New York the day before yesterday. A lady came through and she was just weeping, and said, 'I wish this would have been brought out sooner, my sister is in prison for suffocating her child.'

Trust not a woman when she weeps, for it is her nature to weep when she wants her will.

Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.

To everything there is a season. There is a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to plant seeds, and a time to reap.

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: