#tear

Without going into too much detail, the end of my major action scene, after the climax of the scene, there was one little change that I suggested regarding the way things should turn out. It was in the detail of the tears of blood. ↗

— Chiaki Kuriyama

#after #blood #change #climax #detail

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs. ↗

— Thomas Kyd

#eyes #form #fountains #fraught #life

I cannot tell you how many people, powerful people, come to my studio and they are in tears they are so moved by what they see. ↗

— Richard MacDonald

#come #how #i #many #moved

Do you want to tear your life apart and get rid of everything you've known as a lifestyle? Like seeing your family? Being with your friends? A fishing trip? A hunting trip? A night's sleep? ↗

— Walter F. Mondale

#being #everything #family #fishing #friends

When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth. ↗

— Joseph Mitchell

#coast #drink #feel #fountain #get

The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears. ↗

— Alfred de Musset

#despairing #i #immortal #know #most

I'm sure when the times comes, there will be tears, but there are other avenues that I am embracing with much more passion these days. ↗

— Cat Osterman

#avenues #comes #days #embracing #i

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ↗

— Charles Peguy

#guts #his #other #out #overcoat

Well, I would have much preferred to have had a normal childhood. I would have loved it if my greatest dilemma, at 14, was whether to go to Benetton for my pullovers. I would have preferred not to have cried all the tears I have cried. ↗

— Marjane Satrapi

#cried #dilemma #go #greatest #had

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face