Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.
If you are not satisfied with the things you have got then stop crying and start working and go get those things that will satisfy you.
I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.
It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
If you've never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.
Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
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.
There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.
The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.
I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.
Two turtle doves will show thee
Where my cold ashes lie
And sadly murmuring tell thee
How in tears I did die
I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one’s cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a death in the family.
And thus we all are nighing
The truth we fear to know:
Death will end our crying
For friends that come and go.
The tears are falling freely now, and I don't care if he sees them. They're tears of relief for my nephew, worry for my grandfather and my brother, and shame for my mistake. I figure I earned them.
Stop complaining, start contributing; stop crying, start smiling; and stop criticizing, start praising.
I went to bed without reading, instead staring out my window with the curtains drawn, wondering about boys. Why did they behave so oddly? One minute their teasing was relentless, and then bam! - they’d stun you with a thoughtful gesture. Either way, their actions made you want to cry. Maybe that was the intent.
Let's not cry about it, shall we, Marcy? Let's pray about it instead.
A Passion Most Pure
Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.
Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;
A time to plant, a time to harvest.
A time to cry, a time to laugh.
A time to be sad, a time to be happy.
A time to be born, a time to die.
I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.
I clench my teeth as tears come. I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them. ~ 'Tris
Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.
Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame.
Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body, she felt like disappearing into the thin air, maybe to another mind creating world.
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Never be afraid to cry. Sometimes, nothing can cleanse the heart more than a few wet tears.
The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart.
And now my soul was crying.
A man need not be ashamed of moist eyes when he gazes on the face of some loved one who is far away. It's human. It shows a kindly heart, an impressionable mind!
("The Doomed Man")
The process of thinking is a way of analyzing and making the right assumption at the right moment in life.
The world will and always will be running at the same pace as now,then and forever.
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.
Crying is one of the highest devotional songs. One who knows crying, knows spiritual practice. If you can cry with a pure heart, nothing else compares to such a prayer. Crying includes all the principles of Yoga.
Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing but a library of all tears in history.
If you choose to be sad then you will be sad but there times you don't know why you're sad. Tears start flowing from your eyes.
Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It’s pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that’s how I knew she was deeply affected.
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.
Tears sprang from her eyes and she bit her lip to stop herself from howling at the bright pain.
The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateurs in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness.
When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.
Crying makes you strong - so cry whenever you need it for it can help you relieve the pain from within.
There is the pain that made me cry,
and then there is the strength that
made me stop crying.
So I am glad the pain came
because without it I would not have
discovered my strength.
It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.
Weep hard as much as you need; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life.
I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.
What can we do?" Mom asked again.
I shrugged.
But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
- I believe in unlimited discovery and achievement.
- I believe that dreams can become reality.
- I believe in true love.
- I believe in kindness and intelligence.
- I trust life, regardless.
My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you....
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
Jawaban terbaik pada penghina dan pencela kehormatan: “Yang kaukatakan tadi sebenarnya adalah pujian; sebab aslinya diriku lebih mengerikan.
I enabled your tendency to be vulnerable and weak, and your habits of crying when 6,000 others were present for the music.
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to
me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.
I don’t know why it was, exactly, but nothing irritated my father quite like the sound of his children’s happiness. Group crying, he could stand, but group laughing was asking for it, especially at the dinner table.
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
If neither crying nor laughing can change my circumstances, then I rather go through them laughing.
دائماً نحن نعرف عن الآخرين أكثر من معرفتهم عن كمّ المعلومات التي نعرفها نحن عنهم.
there are two word in my world first love the strongest and second chance quotes.
Dr. Suess said: 'Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened..'
I tell my dates: 'Don't cry because it happened, smile because it's over
I have been crying," she replied, simply, "and it has done me good. It helps a woman you know, just as swearing helps a man.
Men say," Liz reaches for her scissors, "'I can't endure it when women cry'-just as people say, 'I can't endure this wet weather.' As if it were nothing to do with the men at all, the crying. Just one of those things that happen.
By the way, don't 'weep inwardly' and get a sore throat. If you must weep, weep: a good honest howl! I suspect we - and especially, my sex - don't cry enough now-a-days. Aeneas and Hector and Beowulf, Roland and Lancelot blubbered like schoolgirls, so why shouldn't we?
As my father talked, tears dripped down the side of his face like candle wax. The sight shocked me; until that moment, I had assumed men were as incapable of crying as they were of having babies.
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.
A night of crying has silenced me. This morning it seems the whole world is against me. I've never before felt so barren, so empty. I've never before thought the daylight to be ... my enemy. My enemy.
I woke up feeling alone, so lonely. The night before, I had cried myself to sleep. I lay there on the floor, listening to the tube trains passing beneath me. I thought, All those hundreds and thousands and millions of people. London, London - I hate you. I picked myself up and got ready.
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