tears

We have shed many tears to toughen the soul.

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Every emotion we feel is like one drop of rain in our heart. When our heart rain starts to overflow, it leaks out the window to our soul as a tear.

In suffering, the soul cries out!

When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears

Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It__ pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that__ how I knew she was deeply affected.

The truth is that there are such things as Christian tears, and too few of us ever weep them.

Rusted FlowersFrom her heart__tear-salted soil,rusted flowers grew.A serrated beauty;wounding all those who bent near.

She dove, plunging fully beneath the surface and came up again in tears. Rivulets ran from her face, and the sun ignited them each, transforming them, even amid her sorrow, into gilded runnels set with a diamond shine.

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't beThe familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skinYour head's under water when you learned to swimOn a road to hell, congratulations, you're free...

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

Sam. Brianna is dead.__e just stared at her. Then, in a soft, almost childlike voice, he said, __reeze?___he stopped Gaia. It looked like Brianna almost killed her. The second time she . . . But this time . . .__here were tears in Sam__ eyes. __y God. How is Dekka?___ike you__ expect. Destroyed. Roger__ dead, too, so Edilio . . . It__ been really bad, Sam. Really bad. It__ like we__e in a war.___e are.

Dr. Richard Selzer is a surgeon and a favorite author of mine. He writes the most beautiful and compassionate descriptions of his patients and the human dramas they confront. In his book Letters to a Young Doctor, he said that most young people seem to be protected for a time by an imaginary membrane that shields them from horror. They walk in it every day but are hardly aware of its presence. As the immune system protects the human body from the unseen threat of harmful bacteria, so this mythical membrane guards them from life-threatening situations. Not every young person has this protection, of course, because children do die of cancer, congenital heart problems, and other disorders. But most of them are shielded__nd don__ realize it. Then, as years roll by, one day it happens. Without warning, the membrane tears, and horror seeps into a person__ life or into the life of a loved one. It is at this moment that an unexpected theological crisis presents itself.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey