tears

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

I am so happy that I made someone cry today - don't worry I'm a writer. It's when they make me cry that it's a problem.

A tear rolled down my cheekAnd more came downUntil tears rolled down like a stream.My eyes were blind with tears for you.They washed my eyes till I could see.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

Tears are a form of communication - like speech - and require a listener.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

It is a grave injustice to a child or adult to insist that they stop crying. One can comfort a person who is crying which enables him to relax and makes further crying unnecessary; but to humiliate a crying child is to increase his pain, and augment his rigidity. We stop other people from crying because we cannot stand the sounds and movements of their bodies. It threatens our own rigidity. It induces similar feelings in ourselves which we dare not express and it evokes a resonance in our own bodies which we resist.

When you feel sadness inside, wipe it away by cries and tears!

Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bear.

I sweat in tears to get what I want.

I write to shed my tears.

He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.

I don__ cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can__ stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I__ ever thought or felt or been.

All the tears in the world can't bring back the dead or wash away your fears and grief. I want you to put up your chin and tell yourself you are strong. And if you begin to weaken, hold on to me. That's what I am here for.

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shatt

...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.