Quotes About Weeps

My specter around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way.My emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin.

A prophet weeps while others are laughing.

Prince, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" (2004)

I'm sitting here doing nothing but ageing while my guitar gently weeps

The only animal that commits suicide is also the only animal that weeps.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

I'm a blues guy at heart, so silly music isn't generally what I do. I'm a I'll-cry-as-my-guitar-gently-weeps kind of guy.

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

His mouth open, he fell asleep, because a man always falls asleep in the end. One weeps, one shrieks, one rages, one despairs, and then one eats and sleeps as if nothing had happened.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps for gladness.

Grief howls in a suburban street, wild as Demeter, who put the world to sleep, a mother in perpetual winter weeps for Persephone, her stolen child.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for that past love which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its place remains, but it all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections are still left, and gratitude; but...

My Spectre around me night & day Like a Wild beast guards my way My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my Sin

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.

Eternally Weeps the Groundhog.

He weeps like a child, catching his breath and hiccuping,his face drenched with tears.We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. [..] We are risen does, not fallen angels. Tomás is strangled by loneliness.

There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place. Time splits. Corpses possessed at the moment of their death rise from tombs. The dark ages of history flow mindless from stagnant wells and lime-dripping cellars. The corpses, those creatures of possession, walk through ancient halls and rooms.

A static and unyielding divinity is truly incommensurate with the very fabric of existence and is not in fact supported by many biblical stories that indicate a relational God who weeps over a beloved people, a beloved earth, who anguishes and builds, who argues and responds, who watches over creation (like a mother eagle), and who is as steadfast as a rock.