Love provided me with a tongue and tears.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
We weep when we are born, Not when we die!
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
...my soul bleeding tears of anguish
The graceful tear that streams for others' Man is the weeping animal born to govern all the rest.
I can approve of those only who seek in tears for happiness.
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.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
We have a long way to go to being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he doesn’t shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?
Laughter is more serious than tears.
Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." (Truvey Jones)
The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are.
We cannot go back in time and change the past, but we can repent. The Savior can wipe away our tears of regret and remove the burden of our sins. His Atonement allows us to leave the past behind and move forward with clean hands, a pure heart, and a determination to do better and especially to become better.
Heaven and God are best discerned through tears; scarcely perhaps are discerned at all without them. The constant association of prayer with the hour of bereavement and the scenes of death suffice to show this.
Tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal.
Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.
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