Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies," Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. "My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn. And why I breathe alone.
This democracy of ours, which sometimes we've treated so lightly, is more than ever a comfortable cloak, so let us not tear it asunder, for no man knows, once it is destroyed, where or when he will find its protective warmth again.
If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.
Often, we separate intellectual discourse from emotional reaction. But I take such genuine pleasure in things that are intellectually well architected. It's definitely an integrated experience for me. Much more than any kind of cheap, emotional pulls that you get in popular culture, when I read a sentence and it's beautifully written, it can bring me to tears.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
In art, there are tears that do lie too deep for thought.
When you start just focusing exclusively on trying to tear the other person down instead of what you are going to do on behalf of the American people to deal with this economy, then that's not serving Democrats, that's not serving Republicans, that's not serving anybody.
The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.
Hands have not tears to flow.
Tear man out of his outward circumstances; and what he then is; that only is he.
I try to bring the audience's own drama - tears and laughter they know about - to them.
But even in a telephone booth evil can seep out of the receiver and we must cover it with a mattress, and then tear it from its roots and bury it, bury it.
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.
If you would write emotionally, be first unemotional. If you would move your readers to tears, do not let them see you cry.
Tears are the messengers of true love.
I never did pal around with actresses. Their talk usually bored me to tears.
I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.
When the boys come into my yard for leave to gather horse-chestnuts, I own I enter into nature's game, and affect to grant the permission reluctantly, fearing that any moment they will find out the imposture of that showy chaff. But this tenderness is quite unnecessary; the enchantments are laid on very thick. Their young life is thatched with them. Bare and grim to tears is the lot of the children in the hovel I saw yesterday; yet not the less they hang it round with frippery romance, like the children of the happiest fortune.
When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
i want to look at all my tears, she said. which made me shiver
