tears

Witnessing a selfless act brings tears to remind us how we should be treating others.

Sometimes we believe in miracles, and stars fall from the sky, as if the moon had poured his tears in gold.

It was ridiculous, at times, how many tears one body could produce.

Cuban eyes often look close to tears. Tears never seem far away because both their pain and their joy are always so close to the surface.

We are all running towards a destination which doesn't exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a lesson we are better off without. Every knife stabs a little deeper than we deserve. Every bruise stays a lot longer than it is meant to. Encumbered by forceful lessons of life we fight for the air of elation from the breaths we take to covert them into the moments of our real existence. Everything starts with life's tyrannical dominance and ends with our impelled submissiveness. We are the puppets of external circumstances and still we believe it's all on the inside. We should be laughing at our plight, someone has framed it with such sublimity. But all we do is ache at every shred of it because that's what keeps it alive.

If love and death did not exist, tears would not exist as well!

One day when I die, I will take your tears in me; as provision for my long journey to the gods.

Writing is Like waking on Water, Seems not possible at all, But Only person Understand Who Feel the Walking Sound of Tears while felling from Eyes

All my trapped tears are in there like poison, but I can't let them out.

My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can__ spill.

_____h, devil, devil!If that the earth could teem with woman__ tears,Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.Out of my sight!

I had feared that if I opened the floodgates I would drown. But as the waves crashed over me, I was not consumed, I was swept up, washed, my soul blanketed with blessed relief.

I don__ want to...be like this,_ I whispered as I looked away, and once I said it, I didn__ even want to take the words back. A weird sensation hit me, almost like...like relief. That didn__ make sense. Or did it? __ don__ like who I am.__y gaze returned to his, and the concern was still there, filling his hazel eyes and thinning out his mouth. Tears crawled up the back of my throat. Humiliating actually, to admit something so intimate like that, but now I wasn__ the only one who knew this about myself. It wasn__ my secret.__t__ okay. You__e not going to feel that way forever._ Rider smoothed his thumb along my jaw. I closed my eyes, wanting to believe him. Needing to. He kept his voice low as he spoke. __othing lasts forever, Mouse.

Have you ever noticed,_ he said, stirred now by this vision of domestic bliss that was beyond his reach, and shocked earlier that evening to find himself crying in the subway on his way home from a client, __hat gay people secrete everything in each other__ presence but tears?

Books can break a man open, even ones about a panda, maybe especially so.

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 think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity.

With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me the value of my thorns. Show me how I have climbed to You through my path of pain. Show me that it is through my tears that I have seen rainbows.