tears

When men cry, real men, we cry Man Tears. Those are tears made up of actual meat. We basically cry pork chops and steaks. Imagine a steak tearing its way out of your eye. It hurts like hell, which causes more tears. It's a vicious cycle

17. We live on this earth till we die one dayThough we crave to live, death doth make its swayNone can stop it, thou nor I from its wayNor tears of kith and kin keeps it away

Tears flood in youyour eyes burningyour heart scars with my name scratched deepMy face is gonemy heart betrayed by your lullabiesI__ a shadow of a girl insideHands are touching younothing takes the place of youHeart wrench, weeps goodbyeLullabies, beautiful and trustingBarely breathing as they break into dustLonely corners meSweeps me off my feetShows me it was better for meFingertips holding closeyour grip not as softFollows me to an empty bedI can__ stop the weakening of my soulmy body is dyingyour tune is holding my mindLet me gosee what I doNo controlNo youYou whisper your sweet goodbyeIf it is small it won__ interrupt my sleepBut my heart you keepYou say it__ for meBut who would be happy?Alone left out in the cold

I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

Madoka: I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope. I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.

Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheekThy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms around the creep, For oh they can not bear to see their father weep

At least the tears on my desk wipe away the dust that's covered this place

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?

Because I want to know if I'm allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

We laugh, that we may not cry.

The tears coursed down her cheeks- not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets.

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.