I am sure of this: I am not crying. It is just that stupid drops of water that comes out of my eyes, now and then.
When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own.
The tears we shed are sacred prayers.
She touched her fingertip to his wet face and brought away a tear. Amazed, he did the same. He tasted this river his own eyes had rained."It tastes of salt!" he exclaimed. "It tastes like the sea!""Mi...
I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.
Tears wash away the soot of indifference.
Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bear.
It is in vain to wipe away tears in the rain.
To hold the courage to let another witness our tears, while refuting fears invitation to shield face, is to grant the most privileged of all loving intimacies to them.
She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just like her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably...
I would just as soon remain jamona than shed that many tears over a man.
When I was a boy, I would ask about my family history, about my bloodlines. We really didn't know that much. We had a little Indian in us from the Oklahoma Trail of Tears.
The Trail of Tears should teach all of us the importance of respect for others who are different from ourselves and compassion for those who have difficulties.
Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Tears are the words that the heart could not express, silent truths the eyes do confess.
We do not know the worth of one single drop of blood, one single tear.
When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim,the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.
I could feel her heart break from a thousand miles away, I cried her tears, I mourned her loss. I saw the pain beneath that smile, the strength behind those eyes. Our silence spoke about our presence....
Tears water the eyes when they have been dry for too long.