Anger, tears and sadness are only for those who have given up
It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track.
It is only to the happy that tears are a LUXURY.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else?
A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it
else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
I made efforts to swallow tears and to protect the species of the Japanese nation.
Tears are words the heart can't express.
Kisses are like tears, the only real ones are the ones you can't hold back.
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.
Tears are the silent language of grief
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs
In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears
The future can be anything we want it to be, providing we have the faith and that we realize that peace, no less than war, required 'blood and sweat and tears
A woman wears her tears like jewelry.
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.
Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.
Why would I cry over a boy? I would never waste my tears on a boy. Why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.