tears

I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It__ a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It__ one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn__ for his hold, I__ drop like a house of

Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.

Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.

I am sure of this: I am not crying. It is just that stupid drops of water that comes out of my eyes, now and then.

I love you, Esmeralda,_ he said.__ love you, too,_ she whispered back, and he couldn__ help smiling. At least he would die with those words in his ears.

The night I started playing your CD out loud for you, instead of playing it through my headphones?"Now this made my eyebrows rise. "You listened to it before that night?""Every night. I've listened to it every single night since you gave it to me.

Elizabeth nodded, looking too dejected to do much more. __an she just go back to him?_ she pleaded. __e__ dying. She__ dying. They can__ have a life together, but at least they could have th

People were dumped all the time and their tears did not swallow dry land.

The Jinmoti of Bozlen Two kill the hereditary ritual assassins of the new Yearking's immediate family by drowning them in the tears of the Continental Empathaur in its Sadness Season.

I had survived the work gangs in the ghetto. Baked bread under cover of night. Hidden in a pigeon coop. Had a midnight bar mitzvah in the basement of an abandoned building. I had watched my parents be taken away to their deaths, had avoided Amon Goeth and his dogs, had survived the salt mines of Wieliczka and the sick games of Trzebinia. I had done so much to live, and now, here, the Nazis were going to take all that away with their furnace!I started to cry, the first tears I had shed since Moshe died. Why had I worked so hard to survive if it was always going to end like this? If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have let them kill me back in the ghetto. It would have been easier that way. All that I had done was for nothing.

As to the other three, if they had been perfection they would not have been real girls, and you could not have wept over their trials and laughed over their pleasures.

When she felt the tears coming up, building like a great hard pressure inside her, hot, so hot she thought they would burn, she swallowed them down deeper and deeper until they became a hard little stone in her chest.

only the gentlest hands can brush away tears

When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn__ mean you didn__ cry.

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.

She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!

Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. __ou__e mine,_ I breathed.

For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear.