Tears Quotes
The empire of woman is an empire of softness, of address, of complacency. Her commands are caresses, her menaces are tears.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?
Louise Erdrich
I do not believe in a religion that cannot wipe out the widow's tears or bring a piece of bread to the orphan's mouth.
Bill Vaughan
Sometimes there's that perfect moment when the crowd, the music, the energy of the room come together in a way that brings me to tears.
John Roger Stephens
My eyes still swelled with tears, but my heart was dancing the lazgi.
Ella Leya
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.
Charles Dickens
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,And takes away the use of it; and my sword,Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,Will not be drawn.
Philip Massinger
Forgiveness feels most dramatic when some ancient pattern of self-punishment collapses in a torrent of tears. But it is just as effective when practiced daily in tiny doses - relinquishing a pointless worry, getting wise to a self-destructive habit, serving notice on a cruel notion about yourself that has previously seemed justified. The beginning of forgiveness is alertness to false ideas.
D. Patrick Miller
As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved either with tears or reproaches, an excess of sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter; while, on the other hand, not to mourn at all is insensibility.
Seneca the Younger
Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.
Victor Hugo
As I think about the future the tears will come out again.
Aya Kito
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.
Sara Teasdale
