Quotes About Tearful

During the inquiry she had tapped into the righteousness that was her due. She slapped down the least suggestion that she might be at fault. She had learned a lesson. To show weakness. To be tearful or shattered didn't serve her. One shouldn't just hope to be treated well, one must insist on it.

During the inquiry she had tapped into the righteousness that was her due; she slapped down the least suggestion that she might be at fault. She had learned a lesson: to show weakness, to be tearful or shattered didn't serve her. One shouldn't just hope to be treated well: one must insist on it.

It is my last night here, and I suddenly feel quite tearful, sitting up in my usual window.

People say, 'Oh Mark, you're a big softie, and you burst into tears so easily.'

Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order—never, at least, without long, and sometimes tearful, explanations of the advantages of obedience and the reasons for the request. Mrs. Cheyne lived in fear of breaking his spirit, which, perhaps, was the reason that she herself walked on the edge of nervous prostration.

says the brave and tearful mother hustled over from subconscious central casting when recollection fails.

Love is tearful or it's gay,It's a problem or it's play,It's a heartache either wayBut beautiful!

A tearful queen was being led

a thousand conflicting emotions rendered her mute as she bade me a tearful, silent farewell.

If I wished to see a mountain or other scenery under the most favorable auspices, I would go to it in foul weather, so as to be there when it cleared up; we are then in the most suitable mood, and nature is most fresh and inspiring. There is no serenity so fair as that which is just established in a tearful eye.

Loving was so joyful and charming.Forgetting is so tearful and never ending.

He is not angry now; knives are not angry. He is not tearful now; knives are not tearful. He is simply sharp and keen and inevitable.

A man may be ill regarded in his community, but hang him, or even imprison him, and he becomes a popular hero, the subject of tearful or indignant tavern ballads.

For example, grown men who sneer at the idea of unicorns will tearfully testify to the existence of an even rarer, more mythical species. Found only in remote ports of call and the darkest, deepest reaches of the most insalubrious taverns, this is the prostitute in whose chest beats the proverbial heart of gold. Let me assure you, if there is one part of a prostitute that is made of gold, it is not her heart.

My heart grows weary, my eyes teary, looking at the world in fear, hoping god can hear me.

I yearned with such desperation for "freedom" that I became weak and tearful.