#tears

Tears at times have the weight of speech. ↗

— Ovid

#tears #times #weight

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem. ↗

— Amelia Barr

#alike #know #little #little men #men

If the world's a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it. ↗

— Lucy Larcom

#rainbows #span #tears #till #veil

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

— Calvin O'John

#sadness #tears #art

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. ↗

— James Joyce

#music #tears #words #beauty

Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love. ↗

— Pete Hamill

#loss #love #new-york-city #tears #family

For every laugh, there should be a tear. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#life #tears #writing #life

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart. ↗

— José N. Harris

#grieving #hope #loss #love #pain

I still want to feel you against me.” Her gaze dropped to his hands. “I want you to stay with me. Hold me. Just tonight. If I lose you again tomorrow then it will still be worth it. I will lose you a hundred times, if you would but hold me in your arms each time before my loss.” She saw his eyes water, but no tears emerged... ↗

— B.C. Morin

#love #pain #tears #love

The tears in my pus-filled eyes became a thousand little crystals of ever color. Like stained-glass windows, I thought. God is with you today, Papi! In the midst of nature's monstrous elements, in the wind, the immenseness of the sea, the depth of the waves, the imposing green roof of the bush, you feel your own infinitesimal smallness, and perhaps it's here, without looking for Him, that you find God, that you touch Him with your finger. I had sensed Him at night during the thousands of hours I had spent buried alive in dank dungeons without a ray of sun; I touched Him today in a sun that would devour everything too weak to resist it. I touched God, I felt Him around me, inside me. He even whispered in my ear: "You will suffer; you will suffer more. But this time I am on your side. You will be free. You will, I promise you. ↗

— Henri Charrière

#god #prison #religion #tears #nature