Quotes About Cries

And if some self-proclaimed expert tells you that Martians are disembodied creatures of brain without emotion, let him listen to the recordings that were made of those cries, of victory, of vengeance, of exultation. 'Ulla! Ulla!' We

Evil always has an advantage and always succeeds until its enormous feet understep some moral chasm, or a damsel held dear by the populace cries out and is heard.

It occured to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it ws the cries of the badly wounded andf deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of it's axis.

Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

A woman's love is strange and cruel and nearly always clear-sighted, love that sees is always horrible love, and she knew walking away was right and so she walked, dismissing the cries as only another part of the boy's development, like smiles from gas or scraped knees.

Looking at my life I see that only Love Has been my soul's companion From deep inside My soul cries out: Do not wait, surrender For the sake of Love.

At this display the elder and less attractive of the maidens fled, uttering loud and continuous cries of apprehension in order to conceal the direction of her flight.

my cries were lost in the hell-born babel of the howling wind-wraiths.

Gethsemane is all the things we fear most except one. We fear we are unheard. We're sure of it, but it is not true. It was in that original Gethsemane that Jesus, in the words of Hebrews 5:7, offered prayers and appeals with loud cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard...And we are heard.

Prayer matters. It's not just words in the air. The Spirit of God released through our prayers and the prayers of others is enough to turn cowards into conquerors, chaos into calm, cries into comfort.

El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos. Tiembla junco y penumbra a la orilla del río. Se riza el aire gris. Los olivos, están cargados de gritos. Una bandada de pájaros cautivos, que mueven sus larguísimas colas en lo sombrío.

Deep is a wounded heart, and strong A voice that cries against a mighty wrong And full of death as a hot wind's blight, Doth the ire of a crushed affection light.

let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

I am not a smile. These children are after something,with hooks and cries, And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.

Unable to confess, they had pleaded to be given peace, pleaded with tears, cries, and ghoulish murders.

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

Fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of passions contending; Love triumphant and crowned, and friendship wounded and bleeding, Passionate cries of desire, and importunate pleadings of duty!

the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards

Then when all the contingents were marshaled with their leaders the Trojans set out with ringing cries and clamor

Sites of battle held on to a madness, as if the blood that had soaked into the soil remembered pain and terror and held locked within it the echoes of screams and death cries.

It is a scientifically acknowledged fact that any infant a few months old has an unerring instinct for sensing the exact moment in the early hours when his parents have managed to nod off, so he can raise the tone of his cries, thereby ensuring they don't get more than thirty minutes' sleep at a time.

Out of the blackness of the ward, a half-open file drawer of pain each bed a folder, come cries, struck cries, as from cold metal.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries!