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.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
When a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears.
Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.
That long drip of human tears.
Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out, my friend.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows; count your life with smiles, not tears.
Past mistakes cannot create a present pain; no mistake in life has the power to make us ache any more than the echo of someone crying can shed tears.
"Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs."
You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
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.
Pregnancy is barbaric. ΔΆ The husband's guilty waning of sexual desire, the woman's tears in front of the mirror at eight months are all gut reactions, not to be dismissed as cultural habits. ... Three thousand years ago women giving birth 'naturally' had no need to pretend that pregnancy was a real trip, some mystical orgasm
That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, - There's nothing true but Heaven.
The busy have no time for tears.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place
When onstage, I always try to take my audience through as many emotions as I possibly can. I want them to go from laughter to tears, be shocked and surprised and walk out the door with a renewed sense of themselves - and maybe a smile.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
Somehow, the conversation mentioned your name. And someone asked if I knew you. Looking away I thought of all the times we had together; Sharing laughter, tears, jokes and tons more. And then, without explanation you were gone. I looked to where they
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.
The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.