No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.
Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
The busy have no time for tears.
In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
When the heart is dry the eye is dry.
Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.
MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.
THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINS Laugh, I tell you And you will turn back The hands of time. Smile, I tell you And you will reflect The face of the divine. Sing, I tell you And all the angels will sing with you! Cry, I tell you And the reflections found in your pool of tears - Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.