A prophet weeps while others are laughing.
When a woman weeps, it is a man's shame.
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps
Remorse weeps tears of blood.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps. She who oft made me weepNow weeps.
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem.
~beautiful soul weeps deep~
One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.
Your heart weeps a little bit when you have to say goodbye to a crew you spend two months with, but when it comes to the part, when you live so close to someone for two months, it kind of fades away and then you see her again on screen later on.
Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.
There are three things that are not to be credited: a woman when she weeps, a merchant when he swears, nor a drunkard when he prays.
This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.
Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.
