That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.
When you can share the lessons you learnt through tears and heartache and others find life in it and are better off for it, then beauty has come out of those ashes.
Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of compassion.
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. What is mine, I intend tokeep.
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...
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.
Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.
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...
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.
Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.
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.
A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
My eyes in tearsHeart never sighsMy mind never fearsI conquer the lies
Whimsy is the answer to tears.
Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I should have cried at a couple of my own.
A true friend sees your tears of sadness, And quickly turns them into tears of joy and laughter,Forming a rainbow.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears
It is amazing to me that so little is still known about the Trail of Tears or the lives of the Cherokees themselves.
He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with n...
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