Quotes About Weep

My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It's winter now I waken.

If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it). If she too says it, or weeps, I'll take her in my arms, my lunatic. She's mad but mine, mine. What will I care for gods or devils or for Fate itself. If she smiles or weeps or both. For me.

For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep.

Men must work, and women must weep.

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

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

I know not love' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. 'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it. My love to love is love but to disgrace it; For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

According to God's book, there is "a time to weep and a time to laugh" (Ecclesiastes 3:4). The surest sign that our culture is in deep doo-doo is that we are increasingly sure that this is a time to weep and increasingly doubtful that it is a time to laugh.

Dark and drear, fear and weep Are the spots where the Goobleys crawl and keep And their minds are small if they have them at all And their eyes are BIG!!!

Dull is the eye that will not weep to see- Thy walls defaced thy mouldering shines removed- by british hands, which it had best behoved- to guard those relics ne'er to be restored. Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,- And once again thy hapless bossom gored- and snatch'd shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

Liberty to be and weep has never been sufficient: The winds surround our griefs, the unfenced sky To all our failures is a taciturn unsmiling witness.

We wander on the earth, or err from bed to bed in search of home, and fail, and weep for the lost ages Before Because became As If, or rigid Certainty The Chances Are. The base hear us, and the violent Who long to calm our guilt with murder, and already Have not been slow to turn our wish to their advantage.

And over the talkative city like any other Weep the non-attached angels

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

There is no grief amount wolves. Nature has a wonderful way of making you face reality. You can sit and weep if you want, but you are likely to be killed while you're still in your mourning, because you let your guard down.