Tears Quotes - Page 22

In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears

When you read the history of the human family, it slowly comes to you that all the world's oceans once fell as tears.

Because she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always.

Every woman is wrong until she cries.

And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow.

The tears of God are the meaning of history

We strain to hear. But instead of hearing an answer we catch sight of God himself scraped and torn. Through our tears we see the tears of God

I find myself often moved to tears by what is being written in front of me. Sometimes, I just sit on the couch and write the words down and cry because the beauty of the thoughts and how exquisitely they are being expressed.

My uncle Buddy MacMaster is one of the greatest fiddlers Cape Breton has ever produced, and we've produced a lot of them! His fellow fiddlers owe him a huge debt, for he has greatly influenced and inspired all of us. He makes you want to dance; he can bring tears to your eyes. Anyone who likes Cape Breton fiddle - no, anyone who likes fiddling - needs to own this album

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

Just as hope rings through laughter, it can also shine through tears.

For a tear is quickly dried, especially when shed for the misfortunes of others.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright were they dull.

In art, there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.

One of the most destructive forces in the world is love. For the following reason: The world is a conglomeration of objects, no, of events and the approachings of events towards objects, therefore of becoming stases static stagnant, of all that is unreal. You get in the world, you get your daily life your routine doesn’t matter if you’re rich poor legal illegal, you begin to believe what doesn’t change is real, and love comes along and shows all these unchangeable for ever fixtures to be flimsy paper bits. Love can tear anything to shreds.

My father and he had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

Crying is you, plus tears

Sure there's contagion in the tears of friends.

She whom smiles and tears make equally lovely may command all hearts.

Tear man out of his outward circumstances; and what he then is; that only is he.

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

The quiet tenderness of Chaucer, where you almost seem to hear the hot tears falling, and the simple choking words sobbed out.