Quotes About Weep

His heart was full of sorrow every step of the way. Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he wept, and he often chided himself for being so foolish as to fall asleep in that place. After all, it had been established for the purpose of modest refreshment from his weariness.

And all the while one spirit uttered this, The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

The greater are our affections the deeper are our afflictions, and the more we love the more we have to weep.

The greater are our affections, the deeper are our afflictions; and the more we love, the more we have to weep. And what is the best receipt for cheerfulness in such a world as this? How shall we get through this valley of tears with least pain? I know no better receipt than the habit of taking everything to God in prayer.

As we old Southerners, survivors remembering repasts past, have aged, we find ourselves eating in a foreign land at dinnertime. We hang our hams in a willow and weep. Dixie has become America, and the flavor is almost gone from the stew.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Hark to the whimper of the seagull. / He weeps because he's not an ea-gull. / Suppose you were, you silly seagull. / Could you explain it to your she-gull?

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

It was a heyoka place, a place of sacred clowns who laughed while they wept. A

But when I turned a chill caressed me—Go—a voice crawled up my spine—Leave—a finger turned my jaw—Hurry—and then there was a rushed blur of voices, hands, faces, running through the hall—Shhh, this way, run, don't say a word. Death strode among them, glanced at me, but this time he didn't smile. He wept. His arms were full and he could carry no more.

How can I but weep and lament? An eagle with claws like a lion has swooped down upon me. He has captured my beauty, my riches, my children. Our land is a desert! our city ruined. Our brothers have been carried away to a place where our fathers never dwelt—nor our grandfathers—nor our great-grandfathers!

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

The passing of spring The birds weep and in the eyes Of fish there are tears.

As it says in Ecclesiastes there is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance. The wheel has turned and the season of grief has passed. I am Lazarus resurrected from an emotional grave. Like Lazarus, I suspect I will always be aware of the grave, but still I say, let the dance of life go on.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

The chiefest sanctity of a temple is that it is a place to which men go to weep in common.

So you're saying that after I take a disappointing shower I should get in bed and lay there and weep?

Human rights are not a privilege conferred by government. They are every human being's entitlement by virtue of his humanity. The right to life does not depend, and must not be contingent, on the pleasure of anyone else, not even a parent or sovereign. ...You must weep that your own government, at present, seems blind to this truth.

Love doesn't cast out fear but makes it possible to weep, howl, at least.

Sorrow will turn to stone unless you weep. I thought it would come before this. Weep it out.

We desire and love and hate and quarrel and deceive and weep – and in a short while we're gone and our lives leave no trace, and all those tears and all that laughter might never have happened.

He make to weep the room. He was fighted in duel. They fight one's selfs together. He do want to fall. It must never to laugh of the unhappies. He was wanting to be killed. I am confused all yours civilities.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life