Quotes About Weep

On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.

For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it.

Tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow he would face Weep, and his duty, and the nightmares that stalked him. Somehow, he would find the courage to finish what he had started fifteen years ago, and free his people from this last vestige of their long torment. Even if he could never free himself.

If there were such a goddess in a book of olden tales, she would be the villain, tormenting the innocent from her high castle. The people of Weep were innocent—most of them—and she did torment them, but… what choice did she have?

Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.

Unkind," said Ruza, wounded. His face crumpled. He pretended to weep. "I am fearsome," he insisted. "I am." "There, there," Lazlo consoled. "You're a very fierce warrior. Don't cry. You're terrifying." "Really?" asked Ruza in a pitiful little hopeful voice. "You're not just saying that?

Lazlo looked to the Cusp, subtle in the starlight. The mysteries of Weep had been music to his blood for as long as he could remember. This time tomorrow, they would be mysteries no longer.

The power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little white dove, more than a feeling, that's the power of love.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Assurance is a jewel of that worth, a pearl of that price, that he who will have it must work, and sweat, and weep, and wait to obtain it.

A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek slowly. He felt embarrassed by the thought. That I should think an angel came to me. He wept. And, again, the brush of breeze against his cheek.

What a phantasmagoria the mind is and meeting-place of dissemblables! At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing.

They neither work nor weep; in their shape is their reason.

Fat fate's formal handshake () brought me out of my torpor; and I wept. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury - I wept.

But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. (Job)

Henry Hudson Screamed on the Half-Moon : "Police are a necessary evil !" I dreamed a cop, an old cop, a whitehaired cop bowed sad on a sofa knowing in his years he carried a gun a gun to stop the breath of a breathing being a gun to cause man to push up daisies forever - and when that realization mowed him down on the sofa - he wept to know man

There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God- who knows all that can be known- seems powerless to change.

When nature gave us tears, she gave us leave to weep."34

For men must work, and women must weep,And there's little to earn and many to keep,Though the harbor bar be moaning.

Oh, you tears, I'm thankful that you run. Though you trickle in the darkness, You shall glitter in the sun. The rainbow could not shine if the rain refused to fall; And the eyes that cannot weep are the saddest eyes of all.

Mrs Ross adjusted her veil but did not put the flask away... 'Why is this happening to us, Davenport? What does it mean - to kill your children? Kill them and then go in there and sing about it! What does that mean?' She wept-but angrily.

Natural for you, perfectly natural," the Professor whispered. "Natural to refuse the key that is given. To be blind in the darkness of knowing. To be filled with a dark light that we must shine on the people around us. A light that makes us weep and pull down our own houses.

Sylvia's dark eyes widened. You are more than you appear to be Yes. I am a monster of Darkness, a beast, he agreed with her. Her lips tilted up. Can a beast weep in sorrow? Does darkness have the capacity to feel loneliness? I think not.

Smile and the world smiles with you...Weep and you weep alone.