Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all. I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry f...
If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever
If the world's a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of compassion.
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
I am so happy that I made someone cry today - don't worry I'm a writer. It's when they make me cry that it's a problem.
The Temperature is RisingThe heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I've know it before, when the gates are opened I'll re...
Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
It is amazing to me that so little is still known about the Trail of Tears or the lives of the Cherokees themselves.
We write to shed our sorrows and give strength to our spirit.
Whimsy is the answer to tears.
I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry.
And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
My eyes in tearsHeart never sighsMy mind never fearsI conquer the lies
I wanted to write you a love poemBut my heart feels out of tuneSo I coax my breath into the darkness of my rib cage And invite it to fan openMaybe I would say something like,"One day, I would like to...
A true friend sees your tears of sadness, And quickly turns them into tears of joy and laughter,Forming a rainbow.
When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears
A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.