Tears Quotes

#1. I have to go home, Masi.
You are my home, bella. I am lost without you. He couldn't speak. There were no words to recoil the loss consuming him. Massimo brought his hands up to her face. Kissing her one last time. He had to for his sanity. And he did with great passion, knowing he'd hurt her face when she kissed him back. But she did. He heard the cry in her throat as their tongues danced. Warm tears touched his palms as they continued to kiss. His fingertips were wet with sadness. He kept on kissing her. Unable to stop, he needed ten more seconds. Ti amo, I love you. Please don't leave. I've waited my whole life for you. When he pulled his face back, she cried, and he realized he did also. #Quote by Avery Aster

#2. I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery. #Quote by Max Beckmann

#3. Cauldron save me," she began whispering, her voice lovely and even-like music. "Mother hold me," she went on, reciting a prayer similar to one I'd heard once before, when Tamlin eased the passing of that lesser faerie who'd died in the foyer. Another of Amarantha's victims. "Guide me to you." I was unable to raise my dagger, unable to take the step that would close the distance between us. "Let me pass through the gates; let me smell that immortal land of milk and honey."

Silent tears slide down my face and neck, where they dampened the filthy collar of my tunic. As she spoke, I knew I would be forever barred from that immortal land. I knew that whatever Mother she meant would never embrace me. In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.

I couldn't do this-couldn't lift that dagger again.

"Let me fear no evil," she breathed, staring at me-into me, into the soul that was cleaving itself apart."Let me feel no pain."

A sob broke from my lips. "I'm sorry," I moaned.

"Let me enter eternity," She breathed.

I wept as I understood. Kill me now, she was saying. Do it fast. Don't make it hurt. Kill me now. Her bronze eyes were steady, if not sorrowful. Infinitely, infinitely worse than the pleading of the dead faerie beside her.

I couldn't do it.

But she held my gaze-held my gaze and nodded.

As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of #Quote by Sarah J. Maas

#4. Tears trickle down her cheeks, falling into the bath water as though they are the most inconsequential thing in the world #Quote by Shelly Pratt

#5. Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear. 'I told you she was mine,' my father said, and took me. #Quote by Anonymous

#6. When you see grown men near to tears because they've missed hitting a little white ball into a hole from three feet, it makes you laugh. #Quote by Bill Murray

#7. But amid all the peace, I couldn't entirely escape my sadness. One morning I was out walking and suddenly felt as if I were being pushed down into a hole. My friend's adult daughter happened to see me and asked what was wrong.
"I just realized that Chris doesn't really belong to me anymore," I told her. Tears were rolling down my face. "He belongs to everyone, and I've lost that part of him that was mine."
"I have chills all over my body," she said. "This has never happened to me before, but I feel Chris wants me to tell you something. He'll always be yours. #Quote by Taya Kyle

#8. Beneath my eyes opens
a book; I see to the bottom; the heart
I see to the depths. I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart. #Quote by Virginia Woolf

#9. Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end. #Quote by Tony Parsons

#10. I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn't bring tears. And, I wish that his name would stop making my heart tremble. I want to forget. I need to forget. I deserve to forget. I have to forget. #Quote by Melissa Brown

#11. She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores. #Quote by Khadija Rupa

#12. Save your tears, you've got years. #Quote by Chris Rea

#13. You're the brightest thing in the room," he said. He lifted his hand from my waist, and slowly, carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek. "You shine. #Quote by Morgan Matson

#14. I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop. #Quote by Terry Pratchett

#15. We must hide our tears from the One who sends them, from the One who has shed tears Himself and continues to shed them every day because of mans' ingratitude. #Quote by Pio Of Pietrelcina

#16. Dan didn't want to say anything, but the words were unstoppable. "I fucking love you. Don't leave me. You've got to find me." Again, fucking tears. Vadim shook his head, then pressed his face into the crook of Dan's shoulder, hoped to hide his weakness and felt like a man condemned to die.
"I will ... find you. If it's the last thing I'll do, I'll come back. Nothing will stop me. #Quote by Aleksandr Voinov

#17. The fundamental principle of morality which we seek as a necessity for thought is not, however, a matter only of arranging and deepening current views of good and evil, but also of expanding and extending these. A man is really ethical only when he obeys the constraint laid on him to help all life which he is able to succour, and when he goes out of his way to avoid injuring anything living. He does not ask how far this or that life deserves sympathy as valuable in itself, nor how far it is capable of feeling. To him life as such is sacred. He shatters no ice crystal that sparkles in the sun, tears no leaf from its tree, breaks off no flower, and is careful not to crush any insect as he walks. If he works by lamplight on a summer evening, he prefers to keep the window shut and to breathe stifling air, rather than to see insect after insect fall on his table with singed and sinking wings. #Quote by Albert Schweitzer

#18. I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest. #Quote by Anton Chekhov

#19. With tears of gratitude, I told him I had never had multiple orgasms before. From that moment on, I owned him. #Quote by L.T. Graham

#20. In this valley of tears we must expect much sorrow and little consolation. #Quote by Jane Frances De Chantal

#21. I watched myself slowly get up to leave. I watched myself start walking. I watched myself thump down the stairs and turn the handle of the front door, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. I watched myself get into my car and turn it on, and back out of Cole's driveway and drive home. And I watched myself come home and go up to my bedroom and shut the door. I watched myself pull off my clothes and step into pajamas, all in the dark, and curl up in bed and stare at the ceiling, the tears leaking into my ears, the scene replaying on the blades of the ceiling fan. But it was like watching myself from the end of a long, black tunnel. The poor girl on the other end-she was bruised and confused and beaten, and I felt sorry for her. Whoever she was. #Quote by Jennifer Brown

#22. He spins around. Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time, overwhelming me with his warmth, breathing life and love and aching sorrow into me. I throw my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. My lips part for him and his mouth moves desperately against mine, devouring me, taking every breath that I have. Don't go, I plead wordlessly. But I can taste the good-bye on his lips, and now I can no longer hold back my tears. He's trembling. His face is wet. I hang on to him like he'll disappear if I let go, like I'll be left alone in this dark room, standing in the empty air. Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart. #Quote by Marie Lu

#23. Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle #Quote by Michael Ondaatje

#24. When you feel sad just drop some tears... #Quote by Delkar Ccdn

#25. When the world grinds you down, bent to tear you apart, cling to what you hold dear, and stay true to your heart. For the world has a way to dismantle your cause, to exploit what you lack and expose all your flaws. But when every layer of your being is gone, and it seems there's no point anymore to go on; just remember one thing, at the end of the day, when you have self-respect they can't take that away. #Quote by Wes Fesler

#26. Good evening" Said Mutsuko. Her voice that of a young girl. "Good evening" I responded. She was beautiful. Tears welled up in my eyes, unable to even ask her to come in, and with my eyes still on her, I began to sob. Mutsuko watched me in silence. #Quote by Taichi Yamada

#27. Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. "I have come for the girl in the window," he said, and his eyes filled with tears #Quote by Catherynne M Valente

#28. Enraged
I throw myself to the ground and I scream,
my best friend is gone, this world is so mean.
I cry as I pound my fists on his grass,
I'm very upset that our time went so fast.
My heart beats faster than ever before,
my tears unstoppable, I'm hurt to the core.
There are no words people can say,
that will ease my excruciating pain.
I don't understand why you had to go.
You leaving me, we just didn't know.
I'll make it somehow, I'll start anew.
But, there is no way I can replace you.
I struggle to make it through each day,
and retain my sanity in this foggy haze.
The sadness and pain that I display,
is because God decided to take you away. #Quote by Michele Lena Lucy

#29. The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.
It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray.
At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.
But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward. #Quote by Terence McKenna

#30. That love can be a band:
tears if you pull it too hard,
but also flexible enough
to stretch around the most chaotic mass #Quote by Elizabeth Acevedo

#31. Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice could hardly be heard. #Quote by Philip K. Dick

#32. Lament for the Makaris (Makers)

I who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed now by life's terrible sickness
and enfeebled with infirmity ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

our presence here is mere vainglory;
the false world is but transitory;
the flesh is frail; the Fiend runs free ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

the state of man is changeable:
now sound, now sick, now blithe, now dull,
now manic, now devoid of glee ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

no state on earth stands here securely;
as the wild wind shakes the willow tree,
so wavers this world's vanity ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

Death leads the knights into the field
(unarmored under helm and shield)
sole Victor of each red mêlée ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

that strange, despotic Beast
tears from its mother's breast
the babe, full of benignity ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

He takes the champion of the hour,
the captain of the highest tower,
the beautiful damsel in her tower ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

He spares no lord for his elegance,
nor clerk for his intelligence;
His dreadful stroke no man can flee ...
how the fear of Death dismays me!

artist, magician, scientist,
orator, debater, theologist,
#Quote by William Dunbar

#33. Tears came to my eyes. I forgot that he was a poor Cabuli fruit-seller, while I was - . But no, what was I more than he? He also was a father. #Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

#34. She wanted to cry because she had hit Tobias when he was trying to be kind. She wanted to cry for herself. Most of all she wanted to cry for her father. But the pain was too fierce for tears. It burnt them to ash. #Quote by Ellen Renner

#35. Tears do not burn except in solitude. #Quote by Emil M. Cioran

#36. The human race could go extinct and I for one would not shed any tears. #Quote by David Foreman

#37. We cannot see the beauty of life with our eyes closed. Only when we cry with our eyes open can we begin to shed tears of joy. #Quote by Tehya Sky

#38. Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary.
She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness.
Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!"
"I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt."
She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel.
"Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see.
"My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. #Quote by Clare McNally

#39. Life can be a mystery, love can be a mistake, laughter can turn into tears, but these are chances we'll have to take. #Quote by Alysha Millet

#40. We all miss her, and also, tears of love evaporate into the sky to become unicorn food. #Quote by India Lee

#41. While it's true that, as Tolstoy observed, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, and everyone on planet Earth, vale of tears that it is, is certainly entitled to the specificity of his or her suffering, one nonetheless likes to think that literature has the power to render comprehensible different kinds of unhappiness. If it can't do that, what's it good for? #Quote by Elif Batuman

#42. I adore art ... when I am alone with my notes, my heart pounds and the tears stream from my eyes, and my emotion and my joys are too much to bear. #Quote by Giuseppe Verdi

#43. Max."
It was a sharp whisper to reinstate the silence and Max did not know what kind of
acerbic retort waited on the other side of his stilted pause. Kevin had never snapped at
him before, but there was a part of him that thought it would happen today.
His brother turned to face him, his deep blue eyes lined with tears and burning with
anguish. "You're my brother," he said, his voice low and unsteady. "You already
know how I feel…and I know how you feel…so there's no need to talk about this.
And if you mention his name again, I'm gonna ask you leave."
Max nodded. That wasn't the verbal lashing he was expecting but it made him
understand his role in the situation. Kevin hadn't played video games all day for the
entertainment. He had done it for the distraction. And he hadn't allowed Max to sit in
his room for so long because he intended to open up. He had kept Max there because
he wanted the silent comfort, the pillar of strength only a brother could provide. - Kevin to Max #Quote by Jacqueline Francis - Wanting To Remember, Trying To Forget

#44. Just deleting vandalism on the Chuck Norris page," Radar said. "For instance, while I do think that Chuck Norris specializes in the roundhouse kick, I don't think it's accurate to say, 'Chuck Norris's tears can cure cancer, but unfortunately he has never cried. #Quote by John Green

#45. Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal: for #Quote by Pablo Neruda

#46. A few minutes later Agnes had reached the market and was battling through the throng. She stepped over rotting offal and cabbage leaves to prod breasts of pheasant and partridge. She sniffed oysters and herrings and asked the prices of oranges, shouting her requirements over strident cries of "New mackerel!" and "White turnips and fine carrots, ho!" and "Fine China oranges and fresh juicy lemons!" She watched a juggler with blackened teeth catching knives in his mouth, then sampled a corner of gingerbread so spicy tears welled in her eyes. The street child had slipped from her thoughts.
Within the hour, Agnes had arranged deliveries with half a dozen tradesmen whose goods she could not carry, and jotted every item and its price in her notebook for Mrs Tooley's accounts. In her basket she had carefully stowed sweet oranges, Jordan almonds, two dozen pullet eggs, a pickled salmon, half a pound of angelica, the same of glacee cherries. #Quote by Janet Gleeson

#47. Swear you'll come back." More tears poled. Pain lanced through me. "You know I will," he said with conviction. #Quote by Calista Fox

#48. My road to success was a long road to success was a long road. You get out of something what you put into it. I put blood, sweat and tears into stand-up comedy and the entertainment realm in general. For me to just know be coming around is a blessing. It's a blessing and it's an honor. It makes me say I can get more and I can do more. #Quote by Kevin Hart

#49. How does a tiny heart harbor so many clashing sentiments?
One moment it is devoted. The next, purely disdaining.
Weeping at tremendous heartache
and then laughing, lighthearted, through the same tears.
How can a heart rage so fierce as to boil blood while it turns to ice?

How is this done?

To love, hate, esteem, deride, rejoice, deplore, favor, resent -
all of these and more swirling inside.
This sensitive heart, so full and resilient, buoys up to the point of bursting
and then deflates on a dime; it is a slave to whims and whispers.
How is it that the human heart beats so wild and untamed? #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#50. When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears, But be thankful we had so many good years. I gave you my love, and you can only guess How much you've given me in happiness. I thank you for the love that you have shown, But now it is time I travelled on alone. So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, Then let your grief be comforted by trust. It is only for a while that we must part, So treasure the memories within your heart. #Quote by Robert Bryndza

#51. When I am dead, no pageant train shall waste their sorrows at my bier. Nor worthless pomp of homage vain stain it with hypocritic tear. #Quote by Edward Everett

#52. I love you." Rosie's tears curtained her vision.
"I love you, Baby LeBlanc," I said. "So fucking much. You taught me how to love. How well did I do?"
"A-plus," she whispered. "You aced it. Can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Live ."
"Not without you. #Quote by L.J. Shen

#53. It takes a lot of pain, sweat, and tears to bring our children into the world, and just as much goes into bringing them up in the world. #Quote by Ruth Schwenk

#54. I'm not going to cry." Her tone was matter-of-fact. "He certainly wouldn't have wanted my tears."
Devon smoothed her hair, his hand covering half her small head. "Give them to me, then," he said softly #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#55. At times I think the truest image of God today is a black inner-city grandmother in the United States or a mother of the disappeared in Argentina or the women who wake up early to make tortillas in refugee camps. They all weep for their children, and in their compassionate tears arises the political action that changes the world. The mothers show us that it is the experience of touching the pain of others that is the key to change. #Quote by Jim Wallis

#56. I'd take it from you if I could. You have so much more to live for than I do," she whispered, resting her hand against the side of his head as he continued to sleep. "I forgive you." Uninvited tears stung her eyes. "I know you're going to leave me." She bit her upper lip, hard. "It's okay to go. They need you more."

Maybe someday it would be okay for her to need someone more than anyone else. Then again, maybe she was the ultimate survivor and needed no one. Who could live like that?

"What if I need you more?" AJ whispered, startling Jillian.

Resting her cheek on his back, she snaked her arms around his waist. He grabbed her hands and squeezed them, wringing the tears from her eyes - the life from her soul.

"Then I'm the luckiest woman alive. And I know I am … but not because you're going to stay. It's because I've had the privilege of loving a man that's going to be completely selfless and go home for all the right reasons. #Quote by Jewel E. Ann

#57. You're going to hurt yourself."
She worked up a few tears, letting them glisten on her long dark lashes. "You're hurting me."
"Not yet," Trace told her, unmoved by the false show of emotion. "But the idea of putting you over my knee gets more tempting by the second. #Quote by Lori Foster

#58. I can't remember anything without a sadness so deep that it hardly becomes known to me, so deep that its tears leave me a spectator of my own stupidity. #Quote by John Lennon

#59. I'm desperate to prevent her tears, but not because I'm noble or anything. I'm kind of a contagion cryer. You know how when one person starts yawning, everyone else starts yawning too? Or when someone vomits, the smell makes you want to hurl? I'm like that, except with crying, and I have no intention of crying in front of the cute girl whose headphones I just broke. #Quote by Nicola Yoon

#60. Voluntary memory, the memory of the intellect and the eyes, [gives] us only imprecise facsimiles of the past which no more resemble it than pictures by bad painters resemble the spring. ... So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it, but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated, and similarly we think we no longer love the dead, because we don't remember them, but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears. A #Quote by Alain De Botton

#61. I tried to blink back the tears that just kept coming. Eventually, I gave up and let my sight be obscured. #Quote by Embee

#62. This rain doesn't cleanse my skin, nor soothe my battered and broken body. It doesn't hide my tears.
It burns. #Quote by Dylan J. Morgan

#63. Every tear is washing away an old memory that hurts. It's ok this is how we let go. #Quote by Tracy Malone

#64. Even crocodile has honest tears..sometimes #Quote by Mohammed Sekouty

#65. If I had to do it all again, I would still want my same daughter and two sons; through laughter, tears, prayers, and blessings. #Quote by Ana Monnar

#66. When I came to explain to them the 'Nelson Touch', it was like an electric shock. Some shed tears, all approved - 'It was new - it was singular - it was simple!'. #Quote by Horatio Nelson

#67. My body is full of graves. A sepulcher is dug up, and a young girl comes out of it with her dusty hands in tears. A lady who is a young girl and an old girl at the same time feels the presence of the young girl. I feel that the 15-year-old me and the 50-year-old me come out of the sepulcher through an illegal excavation. #Quote by Kim Hyesoon

#68. I don't know why I lived and she not. She was better than I, sweeter and kinder. It should have been me."
"No!" He held her fiercely, stroking away the tears that trickled down her ashen cheeks. "Do not say that! Does not your own faith teach that we are always in the hands of god?"
"A careless god or an unfathomable one. Why create a world of pain?"
"It is not. You know yourself, there is great beauty here and joy."
She knew, at least now she did, since she had known him.
"I am a Viking." He said it sorrowfully, as though he would change it if he could.
"I do not think you are like the others." Truth. She did not, had never, not since the knowing of him.
"You do not touch me." The words were out before she could reclaim them. She bit her lip hard, drawing blood.
"Don't," he said, nearly pleading as he caught the tiny crimson drop. His lips touched hers, brushing lightly, giving her the taste of him. "I will," he said, and she was gone, lost in the glow of yearning. #Quote by Josie Litton

#69. No matter how bad the truth is, it doesn't tear you apart inside like dishonesty. #Quote by Teri Garr

#70. Smiling while crying is not so hard ...
the damn hard is ...
hiding tear drops, with smiles #Quote by Arafath Shanas

#71. For them it's out-of-date and outmoded to perform miracles; teaching the people is too like hard work, interpreting the holy scriptures is for schoolmen and praying is a waste of time; to shed tears is weak and womanish, to be needy is degrading; to suffer defeat is a disgrace and hardly fitting for one who scarcely permits the greatest of kings to kiss the toes of his sacred feet; and finally, death is an unattractive prospect, and dying on a cross would be an ignominious end. #Quote by Desiderius Erasmus

#72. I'm crying tears over the death of something that never even had the chance to live. #Quote by Colleen Hoover

#73. They took away what should have been my eyes (but I remembered Milton's Paradise). They took away what should have been my ears, (Beethoven came and wiped away my tears) They took away what should have been my tongue, (but I had talked with god when I was young) He would not let them take away my soul, possessing that I still possess the whole. #Quote by Helen Keller

#74. That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him. #Quote by Lauren Oliver

#75. They walked down to the boathouse. But before Wylan entered, he bent and plucked a red tulip from its bed. They all followed suit and silently filed inside. One by one, they knelt by Nina and rested a flower upon Matthias' chest, then stood, surrounding his body, as if now that it was too late, they might protect him. Kuwei was the last. There were tears in his golden eyes, and Jesper was glad he'd joined their circle. Matthias was the reason Kuwei and Jesper had survived the ambush on Black Veil; he was one of the reasons Kuwei would have a chance to truly live as a Grisha in Ravka. #Quote by Leigh Bardugo

#76. Bad days makes you stronger, those are the best days because God is talking to you. you just have to listen closely. Don't let your tears become louder than his voice. #Quote by Les Simple

#77. Tears ran down my mother's cheeks and dripped loudly onto the leather purse she held in her lap. The woman next to her patted her hand. I slipped my notepad from my jacket pocket and began scribbling notes to one side until my mother slapped her hand on mine and hissed, "You are being disrespectful and embarrassing. Stop or I will make you leave." I quit writing but kept the pad out, feeling stabbingly defiant. But still blushing. #Quote by Gillian Flynn

#78. You're different than you used to be. A few months ago you wouldn't have followed me onto this porch." The compliment, if it was that, brought tears to her eyes. "I - I'm sorry for treating you so badly. I'm ashamed now of how I snubbed you - acted afraid of you - " "It's common enough." The admission startled her - made her feel grieved and defensive and tender toward him all at once. She longed to lay a reassuring hand on his sleeve but checked herself. There was no self-pity in his manner, only truth telling, and she sensed he didn't want her sympathy, just her friendship. And her forgiveness. "A half blood belongs to no one, red or white," he said. "You belong to God," she said softly. #Quote by Laura Frantz

#79. So someone asked me what some of my weakness were. And I responded to them saying my fears. They proceeded to ask me what my fears were. So I told them that I feared love. So he asked me how I could fear love.

I told him how could I not? Love changes a person in unimaginable ways. It forces you to want to protect someone, to hold them, to never have them feel pain. It forces you to just...go crazy. Media these days -- especially romantic comedies portray love to be some magical thing where there are cupcakes and unicorns. Its not. Its suffering, its pain, and its a hell lot of tears. And when you love someone, when you genuinely let them in your heart and take down all your walls...everything goes downhill. Everything...its over. You burden them with your problems, you make them suffer, you kill them. So why do I fear love? Because I'm afraid of hurting people. I'm afraid that after I let ʜɪᴍ in, and after he broke me...I'm afraid I won't be able to heal myself this time.

Yeah I'm a scared pussy. Go ahead and call me that all you want. It doesn't change anything. I'm a selfish, scared, bastard. And I can't do anything about it. #Quote by Trisscar

#80. If you really want you people to innovate, buy a science fiction book, tear off the covers, and tell them it's history. #Quote by Nolan Bushnell

#81. It was dreadful, when she thought about it with the tiniest bit of hindsight, to admit this was the case. That a small part of herself was such a masochist, so enjoyed putting herself through all of this, that she liked hearing sad songs on the radio and staring gloomily out the window late at night. The tears in her eyes as she walked home of an evening, thinking about how much she loved him and how great they were together. It was so adolescent. #Quote by Harriet Evans

#82. Yes, nitroglycerin," Simoun repeated slowly, with a frigid smile, staring at the glass flask with delight. "It's more than nitroglycerin, however. It's a concentration of tears, compressed, hatred, injustices, offenses. This is the supreme arbiter of weakness, force against force, violence against violence ... a moment ago I was hesitating, but then you arrived and convinced me. Tonight those most dangerous of tyrants who have hidden behind God and the state, whose abuses remain unpunished because no one can take them to task. Tonight, the Philippines will hear an explosion that will convert into rubble the infamous monument whose rottenness I helped bring about. #Quote by Jose Rizal

#83. Life may be a vale of tears, all right, but there are some folks who enjoy weeping, I reckon. #Quote by L.M. Montgomery

#84. Patrick's entire front torso was covered with gruesome stab wounds. Like he'd been run through again and again with a sharp knife - and it hadn't been an accident.
"Oh, love," I whispered. "What did you do to yourself?"
Hot tears stung my eyes as I began to trace his scars with my fingertips, leaning in to kiss them softly, one by one.
"Sui Caedere," he said. "I couldn't live without you. #Quote by Jess Rothenberg

#85. Everyone we meet has wounds upon their heart.
Everyone is waiting for someone to scatter the seeds of love amongst their tears and to be patient enough to wait for their beautiful fragrance of dreams to awaken once more. #Quote by Mimi Novic

#86. Never trust a woman's tears, Alyosha. I am never for the woman in such cases. I am always on the side of the men. #Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#87. Somebody has to pay our editors, writers, journalists, designers, developers, and all the other specialists whose passion and tears go into every chunk of worthwhile web content. #Quote by Jeffrey Zeldman

#88. How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way? #Quote by Janet Fitch

#89. My writing is soaked with the tears of my heart, An invisible rebellion that no man can see. Let our life stories become tragic art. Oh, Mama, oh, sisters, hear me, hear me." The #Quote by Lisa See

#90. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers. #Quote by John Steinbeck

#91. I think one of the reasons my family survived its difficult times and is so close today is because we are always laughing at one another's faults and mistakes, and despite whatever injustices are done, we have a good time doing it. We aren't afraid to poke fun at one another and no one ever takes it personal for long. My brothers and I are highly competitive and world-class trash-talkers, and if you ever walk in while we are playing cards or dominoes--just like our games with Granny and Pa--you probably would think someone is fixing to die.
Our neighbor, who was about my parents' age, came over to our house once looking for my mom. She found my brothers and me playing the card game hearts. She offered to be the fourth. But about midway through the second hand, we looked up and she had tears streaming down her face. She threw her cards in the middle of the table, declared she didn't want to play anymore, and left the house. We were a bit miffed about it and didn't realize until later that our trash talking had led to her emotional exit. Another time, I brought a girl from high school down to my parents' house for supper and cards because she told me she was quite the spades player. Halfway through the game, she was crying hysterically. Her sister later stood nose to nose with me and gave me quite the tongue-lashing. I came to realize that our banter was a bit extreme to people outside of our family. Maybe that is one of the reasons I married a woman who couldn't care les #Quote by Jase Robertson

#92. Oh, but Masha, can't you see? You are. An Ivan has come. That is like saying, Midnight has struck. It is time for bed, little one. You cannot have both. In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. Silver or black. Human or demon. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half. #Quote by Catherynne M Valente

#93. The Aftermath

When the fierce pure pleasure
has clawed through, ripped open
my tent of separateness,
I lay in my lover's arms, weeping
and exposed. I can't help seeing

my sister, new widow
whose heart hangs
heavy, a side of beef
in the ice box of her chest.
I imagine her entering
a bedroom like this, maples
flaming beyond the window
against a perfectly useless blue sky.

And then my mother-in-law
stops at the library on the way home
from her husband's funeral,
picks up the book they've been holding.
It sits in the passenger seat
while she stares at the windshield, stunned,
a bird flown into glass.

Even my friend whose wife hasn't died yet
appears in this sex-drenched air. Tears
pool in the shallows under his eyes.
If his soul were a tin can, it would be sliced,
the thick soup leaking out.

The night is soaked with suffering.
My dumb body, sprung open, can't tell
the difference between this blaze of pleasure
and the sorrow it drags in.
As I gaze out into the gathering darkness
it seems I almost comprehend
the mystery, glimpse the water of life
pouring through my form into theirs,
theirs back to mine, misery and ecstasy
swirled like the blue white planet
seen from space,

but it lasts less than a moment--
the arms of my own dear one
haul me back into my #Quote by Ellen Bass

#94. I remember, when I have preached at different times in the country, and sometimes here, that my whole soul has agonized over men, every nerve of my body has been strained and I could have wept my very being out of my eyes and carried my whole frame away in a flood of tears, if I could but win souls #Quote by Charles Spurgeon

#95. The world wept a silent, windless downpour, a befitting accompaniment to the arrival of death.
However, Lady Brenna Hilliard, only daughter of the late Earl Lundsford, had yet to join in the weeping. Shock and disbelief kept her from the comfort of tears. The torrent would come, she knew, in a wave of sudden grief, but for now her emotions were elusive, too numb to be felt. #Quote by Cynthia Wicklund

#96. The tears brimming in her eyes make me stop. I cannot suffer a woman to cry. Elizabeth and I have an agreement: she does not cry in arguments anymore and I let her win them all. #Quote by Roberto Calas

#97. FORBIDDEN
Pain without learning is forbidden,
waking up one day not knowing what to do,
being afraid of your memories.

It is forbidden not to smile at problems,
not to fight for what you want,
to abandon all because of fears,
not to realize your dreams.

It is forbidden not to show your love,
to be ashamed of your tears,
to not laugh with children,
to make someone else pay your debts, bad humor.

It is forbidden to forget your friends,
to not try to understand why they live far away,
to treat people as disposable,
to call them only when you need them.

It is forbidden to not be yourself in front of others,
pretending around people you don't care about,
trying to be funny just so you'll be remembered,
to forget about all the people who love you.

It is forbidden not to do things for yourself,
to be afraid of life and its commitments,
to not to live each day as if it were your last.

It forbidden to take someone out without having fun,
to forget their eyes, their laugh,
to not respect love even if it is past,
just because your paths have stopped crossing,
to forget your past and only live in the moment.

It is forbidden not to try to understand people,
to think that other's lives are worth more than yours,
to not know that each one of us has our own way and our own happiness.

It is f #Quote by Jose N Harris

#98. Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh. #Quote by James Patterson

#99. During the conversation she [7th-GGM, Anna Maria Hoepflinger Floerl] also talked about the guidance with which God had provided her when they started to expel the Salzburgers. She was born in the state of Bavaria and brought up in ignorance by her seriously erring mother and some relatives. However, when God recognized that He could save her soul, He saw to it that among the twelve journeyman of a papal masterbuilder from Salzburg who worked on a church in Bavaria, there was a Lutheran journeyman, called "the Lutheran," about whose religion strange things were said. Because he got room and board at the house of her cousin, for whom she worked, she was very much aware of his Christian behavior. And, since she noticed great peace, nonconformance to the world, and diligent prayer and intercession as well as sympathy and tears when he saw the bound Evangelical Salzburgers being led past him, she had the deep desire to talk to this man secretly about his and her religious faith.

One evening God arranged for her cousin to be busy with the soldiers who were accompanying the Salzburgers on their way across Bavaria, while the servants were in the tavern. She grasped this opportunity to make this knowledgeable man, who was experienced in Christianity, teach her the Evangelical truth for three hours; upon her request, he also sent her a good book, namely the Schaitberger, in a small well-secured barrel. In it, they eagerly read for three consecutive weeks at night about the E #Quote by Johann Martin Boltzius

#100. The Grave and The Rose
The Grave said to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares?"
The Rose said to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
More strangely than the dew,
To God's own angels new,"
The Grave said to the Rose #Quote by Victor Hugo

#101. I miss you," I say.
Her body sags against me, and tears immediately form in her eyes. She's always been an emotional sap, but I know it's more than just her normal emotions getting to her now. She feels it too. I need to do something about it, and seeing her to the point of tears breaks my heart. She should never feel that our relationship will cause her tears.
"Don't cry. Please, Tess. It breaks my heart. I can't take the tears."
"I'm sorry." She sniffles. "I can't help it. it's not just the sex. Yes, I miss it terribly, but it's you. I miss you too. We have to find a way to get back to ourselves."
"Come on now, I know it's really just my magical penis that you miss," I tease her.
She looks up at me with a watery smile and says through her chuckling, "You know it. #Quote by Jennifer Van Wyk

#102. Her arms tightened around our daughter as if she was afraid I was going to snatch her away. "Get out."

"Katiebear, I'm so sorry."

"I hate you," she whispered, he eyes filling with tears. "I wish you were dead because then I could have my children back."

I stumbled away from the bed, horrified, and watched as she fell asleep as if I'd never even been there.

Jesus Christ, what had I done? #Quote by Nicole Jacquelyn

#103. All he had loved, and moulded into thought,
From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound,
Lamented Adonais. Morning sought
Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound,
Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground,
Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day;
Afar the melancholy thunder moaned,
Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay,
And the wild winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay. #Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

#104. I couldn't stop myself, so I thought about all the bad things and I fed it and fed it until I was crying so hard I had to gasp for breath between sobs. I thought about how my great-grandparents had starved to death. I thought about their wasted bodies being fed to incinerators because people they didn't know hated them. I thought about how the children who lived in this house had been burned up and blown apart because a pilot who didn't care pushed a button. I thought about how my grandfather's family had been taken from him, and how because of that my dad grew up feeling like he didn't have a dad, and now I had acute stress and nightmares and was sitting alone in a falling-down house and crying hot, stupid tears all over my shirt. All because of a seventy-year-old hurt that had somehow been passed down to me like some poisonous heirloom, and monsters I couldn't fight because they were all dead, beyond killing or punishing or any kind of reckoning. At least my grandfather had been able to join the army and go fight them. What could I do? #Quote by Ransom Riggs

#105. I alone with my undiscovered love,
without heart, without tears,
towards the skies' impossible roof
with a huge sun to console me. #Quote by Federico Garcia Lorca

#106. I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else. #Quote by Robin Hobb

#107. The small group hugged one another quickly. Although nothing was said, they knew this could be the last time they ever saw one another again.
Saint-Germain kissed Joan before they parted. "I love you," he said softly.
She nodded, slate-grey eyes shimmering behind tears.
"When all this is over, I suggest we go on a second honeymoon," he said.
"I'd like that." Joan smiled. "Hawaii is always nice at this time of year. And you do know I love it there."
Saint-Germain shook his head. "We're not going anywhere that has a volcano."
"I love you," she whispered, and turned away before they could see each other cry. #Quote by Michael Scott

#108. But in life, no one is spared, no one is let off the hook. Those buried sensations had to come out, be felt, addressed, and lived through.
I wish I could say I let it all out that night. All of the tears, all of the screams, all of the bullshit. But I didn't. I couldn't. It would take something much stronger to bring all that out of me. Still. By the time the sun rose the next morning, one thing had changed: I was no longer full of shit... I drove west; needing to escape the gravitational pull of both of my families and anyone who knew them. I needed to wallow in uncertainty, without the balancing effects of religion or school, or friends, or family to cling to. If I was ever going to figure out who I was, I needed to be a stranger again. #Quote by Mary Anna King

#109. He brought them a lot of joy, whether by tossing a ball around or tickling them, teaching them how to hunt or just watching TV. Angel loved to climb into his lap and cuddle. His tensions and cares would melt away as he held her.
I know there's a saying about "Daddy's little girl wrapping him around her finger." Chris and Angel didn't have that kind of relationship, exactly. She was definitely his girl--he was closer to her than probably any other female on the planet, including me. But he also held her to high standards. She couldn't get away with being bad or taking advantage of him.
She could see in his face that he was absolutely delighted by her. He "got" her humor, and he definitely got her.
One day he had to leave on an overnight trip. We said good-bye and closed the door; Angel and I went into the kitchen.
She had tears in her eyes.
"Okay, honey?" I asked.
"Yeah. I know he's coming back tomorrow," she said. "I guess I just miss him already."
I told Chris what she'd said later on that night when he called to check in. It was something cute she'd done.
"Wow," he said. "I feel like I've just been punched in the stomach."
He slid down the wall to the floor, hand to his face, devastated by his daughter's simple statement of love.
"I wasn't trying to make you feel bad," I told him. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
We talked a little more, then he hung up the phone. The man he was traveling with said later that he looked w #Quote by Taya Kyle

#110. I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me. #Quote by Christina Rossetti

#111. No matter how much you cry, the tears will dry. No matter how many nightmares, flashbacks, visions, or terrors you endure, they will pass. To weather these in order to find your true self and the happiness you deserve, that is not a risk. To waste the time you have in this body, never showing your soul to yourself or anyone else, living in fearful misery – that is really the most dangerous thing you can do. #Quote by Vironika Tugaleva

#112. Past tears are present strength. #Quote by George MacDonald

#113. Kiernan told me-" Tears I hadn't even felt coming on suddenly began streaming down my cheeks. I had to swallow a sob before I could continue. "He told me he was sorry for-for loving me. He was s-sorry because," a deep breath helped me regain some of my waning control, "he didn't want to hut me. His biggest fear was the pain he'd cause those he cared about after he was gone. But I think we can all agree that knowing Kiernan for even a single day was worth a lifetime of grief #Quote by Jamie Canosa

#114. Arrow let the slow pulse of the vibrating strings flood into her. She felt the lament raise a lump in her throat, fought back tears. She inhaled sharp and fast. Her eyes watered, and the notes ascended the scale. The men on the hills, the men in the city, herself, none of them had the right to do the things they'd done. It had never happened. It could not have happened. But she knew these notes. They had become a part of her. They told her that everything had happened exactly as she knew it had, and that nothing could be done about it. No grief or rage or noble act could undo it. But it could all have been stopped. It was possible. The men on the hills didn't have to be murderers. Then men in the city didn't have to lower themselves to fight their attackers. She didn't have to be filled with hatred. The music demanded that she remember this, that she know to a certainity that the world still held the capacity for goodness. The notes were proof of that. #Quote by Steven Galloway

#115. None could see her without pity, unless he had a felon's heart; she was so tightly bound. The tears ran down her face and fell upon her grey gown where ran a little thread of gold, and a thread of gold was twined into her hair. #Quote by Joseph Bedier

#116. And my daughter said, 'Why are you yelling at us?' and I said, 'I'm trying to discipline you!' And then she looked up at me with her tear-stained eyes and said, 'This is how you teach children, by making them cry.' And it was such a clenching reminder - she won not only the argument, but she won life with that statement. I just burst out laughing, and I think they were so surprised that I burst out laughing, that they did too. #Quote by Stephen Colbert

#117. Certain truths in life can only be seen with eyes cleansed by tears. #Quote by Pope Francis

#118. I bored myself to tears with the daytime television drama of confrontation (I've been wronged!). I winced at sluggish morning half-memories of wearing wrongness like a lampshade on my head (I'm mentally ill!). #Quote by Merri Lisa Johnson

#119. I gave my son a lavishly illustrated edition of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland for his fourth birthday, and it did not take very long for me to realize that this was a gift for me, not for him. As Alice engaged in repartee with a dodo early in the book, my son became bored. Alice's bewilderment and disorientation, which I had anticipated might speak to my son's experience of being a child in an adult's world, spoke instead to my own experience navigating the world of information. Being lost in Wonderland is what it feels like to learn about an unfamiliar subject, and research is inevitably a rabbit hole. I fell down it, in my investigation of immunization, and fell and fell, finding that it was much deeper than I anticipated. Like Alice, I fell past shelves full of books, more than I could ever read. Like Alice, I arrived at locked doors. "Drink me," I was commanded by one source. "Eat me," I was told by another. They had opposite effects - I grew and shrank, I believed and did not believe. I cried and then found myself swimming in my own own tears. #Quote by Eula Biss

#120. Eventually, he found the bed too comfortable for his state of mind, so he lay down on his back, his legs sprawled across the carpet. He anagrammed "yrs forever" until he found one he liked: sorry fever. And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted do cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.
It hurt like the worst ass-kicking he'd ever gotten. And he'd gotten plenty. #Quote by John Green

#121. I might have been calm, but my dear father was near tears. 'Are you all right, jani?' he said. 'Aba,' I said, trying to reassure him. 'Everybody knows they will die someday. No one can stop death. It doesn't matter if it comes from a Talib or from cancer. #Quote by Malala Yousafzai

#122. To my mind there is nothing so beautiful or so provocative as a secondhand book store ... To me it is astonishing and miraculous to think that any one of us can poke among the stalls for something to read overnight
and that this something may be the sum of a lifetime of sweat, tears, and genius that some poor, struggling, blessed fellow expended trying to teach us the truth. #Quote by Lionel Barrymore

#123. And maybe, just maybe, the ten hours of hot summer wind blowing past my face would dry the tears of pride which were beginning to roll down my cheeks. #Quote by Scott Hildreth

#124. Wherever in the world a country is governed by spiritually ill, politically empty, ethically rotten and mentally stupid people, over there you can find nothing but chaos, tears and fire! #Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

#125. One Kashmiri morning in the early spring of 1915, my grandfather Aadam Aziz hit his nose against a frost-hardened tussock of earth while attempting to pray. Three drops of blood plopped out of his left nostril, hardened instantly in the brittle air and lay before his eyes on the prayer-mat, transformed into rubies. Lurching back until he knelt with his head once more upright, he found that the tears which had sprung to his eyes had solidified, too; and at that moment, as he brushed diamonds contemptuously from his lashes, he resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man. This decision, however, made a hole in him, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber, leaving him vulnerable to women and history. Unaware of this at first, despite his recently completed medical training, he stood up, rolled the prayer-mat into a thick cheroot, and holding it under his right arm surveyed the valley through clear, diamond-free eyes. #Quote by Salman Rushdie

#126. Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view. #Quote by Wilkie Collins

#127. One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle of gin sitting huddled over the two-bar electric fire and wrote a poem, one of the few that has lasted through the moves and the years. It is called 'Where Can I Go?'
If this is not the place where tears are understood where do I go to cry?
If this is not the place where my spirits can take wing where do I go to fly?
If this is not the place where my feelings can be heard where do I go to speak?
If this is not the place where you'll accept me as I am where can I go to be me?
If this is not the place where I can try and learn and grow where can I go to laugh and cry? #Quote by Alice Jamieson

#128. Oh salty sea, how much of your salt Is tears from Portugal? #Quote by Fernando Pessoa

#129. But I am not allowed to forget
The taste of the tears of yesterday. #Quote by Anna Akhmatova

#130. I think action movies bring more excitement than tears, but I always want to take it to another level. I mean, I think if one appreciates anything in life to a certain degree, it could possibly bring tears to your eyes. #Quote by Donnie Yen

#131. Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts. #Quote by Abram Joseph Ryan

#132. Hold up your head when the tears come, when you are mocked, insulted, questioned, threatened, when they tell you you are nothing, when your body is reduced to openings. The journey will be longer than you imagined, trauma will find you again and again. Do not become the ones who hurt you. Stay tender with your power. Never fight to injure, fight to uplift. Fight because you know that in this life, you deserve safety, joy, and freedom. Fight because it is your life. Not anyone else's. #Quote by Chanel Miller

#133. Blood + Sweat + Tears = Championships #Quote by Matshona Dhliwayo

#134. And that love letter you wrote," Rowan added helpfully. "Signing it with another chap's name." Emma Smallwood's eyes widened, and she turned to look at him, brows high. Henry felt his neck heat. His cravat seemed suddenly far too tight. "That's right," Phillip nodded as the memory returned to him. "Pugsworth, was it not?" Julian grinned at Miss Smallwood, clearly enjoying himself. "Did you really think this Pugsworth fellow in love with you?" Heaven help him, Henry hoped she wouldn't burst into disillusioned tears. Not all these years later. And not over Milton Pugsworth. But Miss Smallwood remained her imperturbable self. "Goodness no," she said. "For all his faults, Mr. Pugsworth spelled exceptionally well and had the neatest hand I ever saw. Your brother, on the other hand, never did learn to spell. And I recognized his sloppy scratchings the moment I saw them." Phillip gave her a long look of amused approval. "Bravo, Emma. #Quote by Julie Klassen

#135. He said quietly, "You make me happy. You know that, right?" I teared up and cursed about it, because tears would leave obvious tracks down my powder-covered face. "Don't," I said weakly. "Don't what? Be happy? I can't help it when you're in my life. #Quote by R.K. Lilley

#136. So Sofie and I have come to Pizzeria da Michele, and these pies we have just ordered
one for each of us
are making us lose our minds. I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delerium that my pizza might actually love me, in return. I am having a relationship with this pizza, almost an affair. Meanwhile, Sofie is practically in tears over hers, she's having a metaphysical crisis about it, she's begging me, Why do they even bother trying to make pizza in Stockholm? Why do we even bother eating food at all in Stockholm? #Quote by Elizabeth Gilbert

#137. I wanted
to write you a love poem

But my heart
feels out of tune

So I coax my breath
into the darkness
of my rib cage
And invite it to fan open

Maybe I would say
something like,

"One day,
I would like to
fall in love with you,"

And here I pause
while the tears
that have been threatening
to rain down all day
swell high in my chest,
blurring my vision

"One day,
I would like to
fall in love with you,"

I will start writing again, & continue,

"wherever you are,
whoever you are,
but in this moment,
I will fall in love with me."

My brow furls
ever so slightly,
because that is not
what I expected to say

I pause again
& allow the container to soften,
for the edges to get blurry

And the tears,
one by one spill over
And all the holding
of the day crumples away
And I am me again
& you are you again,

too #Quote by Bryonie Wise

#138. Eyes blurred, she drove away. Alone, buzzing down the asphalt trail to Kayenta, heart beating, her pistons leaping madly up and down, Bonnie Abbzug relapsed into the sweet luxury of tears. Hard to see the road. She turned on the windshield wipers but that didn't help much. #Quote by Edward Abbey

#139. Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth. #Quote by Audrey Regan

#140. You had me Jared. I gave you all of me and I gave it willingly but from the first time we met you lied, hid and kept things from me. We didn't have honesty and without it our foundations crumbled, taking us down with it. I have cried a river of tears over you and I can't do it anymore. I don't think I will ever stop loving you, no matter how heartbreakingly hard I try to. But it's not enough. Let me go. #Quote by Marie Coulson

#141. Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain.
I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone. #Quote by James Patterson

#142. It is pointless for a woodcutter to shed tears for the trees he'd chopped all his life. He can't bring them back but he can plant new ones and in doing so he would have compensated and redeemed himself of his wrongdoings. #Quote by Chirag Tulsiani

#143. A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!"
It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!"
He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers. #Quote by Frank Herbert

#144. These ways we have to settle. Moving house. I hate packing: collecting myself up, pulling myself apart. Stripping the body of the house: the walls, the floors, the shelves. Then I arrive, an empty house. It looks like a shell. How I love unpacking. Taking things out, putting things around, arranging myself all over the walls. I move around, trying to distribute myself evenly around the rooms. I concentrate on the kitchen. The familiar smell of spices fills the air. I allow the cumin to spill, and then gather it up again. I feel flung back somewhere else. I am never sure where the smell of spices takes me, as it had followed me everywhere. Each smell that gathers returns me somewhere; I am not always sure where that somewhere is. Sometimes the return is welcome, sometimes not. Sometimes it is tears or laughter that makes me realize that I have been pulled to another place and another time. Such memories can involve a recognition of how one's body already feels, coming after the event. The surprise when we find ourselves moved in this way or that. So we ask the question, later, and it often seems too late: what is it that has led me away from the present, to another place and another time? How is it that I have arrived here or there? #Quote by Sara Ahmed

#145. We fight." She shook her head and the tears continued to fall. "And when we can't fight, we learn to turn to others who've learned life's lessons. Who've survived. Who'll gather close and help us make it through. #Quote by Kristen Ashley

#146. She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. #Quote by William Wordsworth

#147. Put your arms around my neck, sweetheart."
"Whatever for?"
He grasped her wrists and lifted her arms himself. "Because," he whispered, "we're going to dance."
...
"This will never work. I appreciate the thought. It's very sweet, but-"
"Shut up," he whispered.
The first notes of the next number drifted to them, and she realized it was the band's rendition of Montgomery's hit song, "I swear." Tears sprang to her eyes, for the instant she recognized the tune, she knew Ryan had requested it.
"Dance with me," he whispered.
"I feel foolish."
"Who'll see? Only me, and I'm our best bud, so I don't count. Besides, why should you feel foolish?"
"My legs are dangling. My feet will thump your shins."
"Those soft slippers won't hurt my shins," he assured her.
And with that, he swept her into a waltz.
-Ryan and Bethany (Phantom Waltz) #Quote by Catherine Anderson

#148. Oh, yeah,' she said. 'He likes your brain, J.D., but he ain't attracted to you, which is a cryin' shame, if you don't mind me sayin' so.'
No. How could I mind the truth? It was a cryin' shame, and my tears almost dripped right into my stuffing. #Quote by Megan McCafferty

#149. Do not ever attempt to leave me again, Tempest," he murmured so softly that she barely caught the words. There was an unguarded ache in his voice that brought a fresh flood of tears to her eyes. In her life, no one had ever wanted her. No one had ever needed her. Certainly no one had ever been so loving and caring toward her. For all his overbearing, dominating ways, she couldn't ever say he didn't put her first. She couldn't say her heart wasn't totally captivated. He had woven a spell around her so strong, she didn't think the tie could ever be broken. As #Quote by Christine Feehan

#150. He hymns the rotten queen with saffron hair
Who has saltier aphrodisiacs
Than virgins' tears. That bawdy queen of death,
Her wormy couriers are at his bones.
Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine. #Quote by Sylvia Plath

#151. His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he'd lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where he'd lost himself. "I like you, Billie. You're a nice person. Good company. But tonight was a mistake."
She flung an arm over her eyes and swallowed the lump of tears that had lodged in her throat. "Oh? Which part? The part where you introduced me to your family and exposed yourself as coming from a perfectly average, wholesome background? Or the part where you touched me and turned me inside-out while swaying in a hammock in the rich, beautiful woods - one of the most searing sexual experiences of my life? Which part do you regret, Adrian?"
"All of it. I can't have those things with you. You know what I am."
"Yes, Adrian, I know what you are. A gentle man. A likable one. Smart. Cultured. Sexy. I know what you are."
"But the other part - "
"What about the other part? You hide behind the other part." She yanked the pillow out from beneath her head and winged it across the bedroom, furious suddenly. "Did you call to tell me I'm not going to see you anymore? Because if that's the case, hurry up and say it. Then hang up and go back to work, and don't worry one bit about me. I've been on my own a long time, and I'm tougher than you think. I won't cling to any man who'd rather be a-a - " She stumbled, bit back the ugly words rushing to her lips.
"A what?" he countered softly. "A whore? A gigolo? Go ahead and say #Quote by Shelby Reed

#152. When nature gave us tears, She gave us leave to weep. #Quote by Benjamin Franklin

#153. In the end the train stood 2 hours motionless in the middle of nowhere.
Every minute seemed like an eternity.
Time felt crept by slowly, with clear malice towards me. All i could do was grip my teeth and try to hold back my tears ...
Akari ... Please, don't wait for me ...
If you'd just go home. #Quote by Makoto Shinkai

#154. The (editing) work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty ... but in no time youd be down to its innards, tears streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible. #Quote by Edward Blishen

#155. We have too many dry preachers in the world now. We have so many dry preachers and so many men who never shed a tear. If you can keep the tears of God on you and can keep your heart tender, keep it! You have a treasure you should never give up. #Quote by A.W. Tozer

#156. Terrible, it was terrible. Even today and it's been several months now you just bring it up and I tear up a little bit, terribly. You know when you're that close that long and got along as well as we did, we seldom had any serious arguments. We might have - might discuss which movie we wanted to see and what play we wanted to go to, where we ought to go for a vacation but that usually didn't last very long because we were much of the same mind all the time. #Quote by Walter Cronkite

#157. White, black and yellow men - they all cry salt tears. #Quote by Claude Aveline

#158. Don't look back with tears, look forward with joy; and grab every bit of happiness you can. Don't waste your life being afraid to try new things, and don't be afraid of rejection, be afraid of rejecting what you know is right, in your heart. #Quote by Pippa Franks

#159. She said to me, "I'm just looking towards the day when I get out of this hell, and asking myself if I will ever get out of it." And I said to her, "Something I have learned in life is that we often don't get out of hell; we just learn how to live in it." And tears fell down her face. #Quote by C. JoyBell C.

#160. Blaire, This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you've shed over holding your mother's piece of satin. The tears you've shed over each loss you've experienced. But it also represents the tears we've both shed as we've felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I've shed over the fact I've been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I'm humbled that you chose me. This is your something blue. I love you, Rush #Quote by Abbi Glines

#161. Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was preposterous – so why am I following it?
What do you mean why are you following it? It's the only thing that's putting distance between you and those...monsters back there!
But what about Lord Delacroix?
What the devil about him?
He tried to keep you safe – he truly did attempt to save you -
And what did that get him? Crushed by a damned Lycan – again!
But I should still go back to save him....
I should keep moving!
But he's saved my life – I can't let him die!
Technically, he's already dead, Alexi....
Goddamn it all!
Run – run now – come back when you're safe!
Come back? With who?!
Help, of course!
Where on Earth am I going to find help?! #Quote by S.C. Parris

#162. Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and give me my childhood again! #Quote by Elizabeth Chase Allen

#163. When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track. #Quote by Weegee

#164. Our tears are not yet brewed. #Quote by William Shakespeare

#165. The cabby left, muttering under his nose. "What's he muttering about?" Mr. Goliadkin thought through his tears. "I hired him for the evening, I'm sort of...within my rights nows...so there! I hired him for the evening, and that's the end of the matter. Even if he just stands there, it's all the same. It's as I will. I'm free to go, and free not to go. And that I'm now standing behind the woodpile--that, too, is quite all right...and don't you dare say anything; I say, the gentleman wants to stand behind the woodpile, so he stands behind the woodpile...and it's no taint to anybody's honor--so there! So there, lady mine, if you'd like to know. Thus and so, I say, but in our age, lady mine, nobody lives in a hut. So there! In our industrial age, lady mine, you can't get anywhere without good behavior, of which you yourself serve as a pernicious example...You say one must serve as a chief clerk and live in a hut on the seashore. First of all, lady mine, there are no chief clerks on the seashore, and second, you and I can't possible get to be a chief clerk. For, to take an example, suppose I apply, I show up--thus and so, as a chief clerk, say, sort of...and protect me from my enemy...and they'll tell you, my lady, say, sort of...there are lots of chief clerks, and here you're not at some émigrée Falbala's, where you learned good behavior, of which you yourself serve as a pernicious example. Good behavior, my lady, means sitting at home, respecting your father, and not thinking of #Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#166. It's not just the embarrassment of tears. That's part of it, no doubt, but what embarrasses me much more, and always will, is the paralysis that took my heart. A moral freeze: I couldn't decide, I couldn't act, I couldn't comport myself with even a pretense of modest human dignity. #Quote by Tim O'Brien

#167. I do have body-image issues, just like everyone else. I mean, I wish I had bigger boobs. And I hate my butt. I want an onion butt - you know, a butt that'll bring tears to your eyes? #Quote by Leslie Bibb

#168. People say I'm the life of the party Because I tell a joke or two Although I might be laughing loud and hearty Deep inside I'm blue So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place If you look closer, it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears.. #Quote by Smokey Robinson

#169. I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came. #Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#170. No More Pains
No More Tears
Time to Chase away the Fears
Make this world a better place
Ressurect the Human Race #Quote by Martika

#171. My fingers caught on something else as I withdrew them. It was his T-shirt, the white one with the holes in it. I filled my hands with the fabric and brought it up to my face.
I caught the barest, faintest scent of him, soap and sandalwood and smoke, and in that moment, I felt not loss but need. Noah was there for me when I had no one else. He believed me when no one else did. He could not be gone, I thought, but my throat began to hurt and my chest began to tighten and I curled up in bed, knees to chest, head to knees, waiting for tears that never came and sleep that did. #Quote by Michelle Hodkin

#172. Turn your heart into a temple of beauty and kindness.
With tears of love, wash the world from hatred and sadness. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#173. When one has lost a friend one's eyes should be neither dry nor streaming. Tears, yes, there should be, but not lamentation. #Quote by Seneca The Younger

#174. I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. #Quote by Khaled Hosseini

#175. Trust me, little one. Everyone makes mistakes. Even the gods, and ours are much worse than those of humans. Unlike humans, we don't suffer alone. Rather, we share the pain with thousands. That's why you must learn to be like your father. To hold in your tears and anger. Try not to punish what you love. (Artemis) #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#176. Youth is harmed by having wisdom thrust upon it. Youth must gather wisdom slowly, in laughter and tears. #Quote by Mrs. Patrick Campbell

#177. Things take us hard, no question.
How do you make it, all the way
from here to morning? I touch
you, made of such nerve
and flare and pride and swallowed tears.
Go home. Come to bed. The skies
look in at us, stern.
And this is an old story. #Quote by Adrienne Rich

#178. My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping. #Quote by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

#179. For wine is the color of blood and the texture of tears, and you can drink it to warm your belly and piss it out to get rid of it. And forget the whole damned mess that is too much for any man to face. #Quote by Oakley Hall

#180. Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.
With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging.
It is so light and so fleeting, tender and tearful and dark, that is why thou lovest it, O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows. #Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

#181. The tears in Raven's eyes kaleidoscoped the lights from the street below. "I want to tell her I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I'm sure she knows," Dan replied. He still sounded calm but there was a slight tremor to his voice. "The last thing she would ever have wanted was for you to die too."
"I didn't think she would fall!" A sop escaped him now.
"Of course you didn't," Dan said. He leaned across the roof, stretching out his arm.
Raven stared at him, breathing hard. "Make her come back."
Dan looked at him gently. "You know I can't do that, Raven."
Tears coursed down his cheeks. "Please! #Quote by Tabitha Suzuma

#182. This time, there are no tears. This time, there is only emptiness and I feel it set in the straight line of my mouth. I am not strong enough for this. I want an earthquake, a hurricane, anything - even a devil, the one with the cloven hoof - Mrs. Leed's unfortunate 13th child - to rush out and stomp on me, break me into little pieces and hurl me to the stars, let me go back with those people I love. Please. #Quote by Kathleen DeMarco

#183. I know about love. I know about wanting and dreaming and wishing with every piece of your soul. I know enough to recognize the parts that are real and the parts that are only fantasy.' ... 'Like when she cries and my heart tears into little shreds and all I can think about is making her forget the source of her saddness.' ... 'Thats real.' ... 'And fantisy?' 'Believing she might ever feel the same way.' ... 'Why didn't you tell her? The girl you love. Why didn't you tell her how you feel?' ... 'Because,' ... 'she doesn't want to know. #Quote by Tera Lynn Childs

#184. The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the salt sea. #Quote by Karen Blixen

#185. So, thought Septimus, looking up, they are signalling to me. Not indeed in actual words; that is, he could not read the language yet; but it was plain enough, this beauty, this exquisite beauty, and tears filled his eyes as he looked at the smoke words languishing and melting in the sky and bestowing upon him in their inexhaustible charity and laughing goodness one shape after another of unimaginable beauty and signalling their intention to provide him, for nothing, for ever, for looking merely, with beauty, more beauty! Tears ran down his cheeks. #Quote by Virginia Woolf

#186. I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I could kiss you!" Chubs cried.
"Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them. #Quote by Alexandra Bracken

#187. Stop avoiding my question!" he demanded.
"I am not!" The last of her resolve shattered and her control slipped away. Tears were going to fall at any moment, and if the two of them were going to break they may as well shatter. "I love you, Aldrik! #Quote by Elise Kova

#188. The dam of my eyes broke, and tears flooded the land. #Quote by James Sallis

#189. To hold the courage to let another witness our tears, while refuting fears invitation to shield face, is to grant the most privileged of all loving intimacies to them. #Quote by Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet

#190. Freedom is nothing but a vain phantom when one class of men can starve another with impunity. Equality is nothing but a vain phantom when the rich, through monopoly, exercise the right of life or death over their like. The republic is nothing but a vain phantom when the counter-revolution can operate every day through the price of commodities, which three quarters of all citizens cannot afford without shedding tears. #Quote by Jacques Roux

#191. The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. #Quote by Bill Vaughan

#192. Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry. #Quote by Kelly Clarkson

#193. Women are better than they are reputed to be: they don't mock the tears men shed unless they themselves are responsible for them. #Quote by Georges Courteline

#194. I have to tell you I think you've substantially set back your progress, she told me, and though it sounds stupid, I felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes when she said that. I hadn't been aware I'd made any progress, and now I'd gone and set it back. #Quote by Tamar Cohen

#195. It is not too late... there is time still."
I am dying.
There are tears in my eyes.
Please cradle my head in your hand.
Let me look into the stars.
Are they really in the sky?
Or are they just in my mind because what is there I cannot see?
The woman tilted her head, revealing a rim of bruising around a clean-tucked hole in her head. There was blood. Dry blood.
This is more pain than a human heart can bear.
Like fistfuls of fear, cries shoot from my eyes.
There are tears running down my face.
It is a salty, bitter taste.
My wounds need care.
I look up to my mom, but can think of nothing to say.
I am dying.
I need you.
Embrace me.
I am dying...
"Shhhh... #Quote by Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

#196. Are you all right, my luv?" asked a lady who had moved from the other side of the carriage to sit next to Old Jack. "Yes, thank you," he said, the tears streaming down his face. "It's just that I was released from prison today. #Quote by Jeffrey Archer

#197. Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there - tears, ay Mother! Or maybe they were in my own eyes. #Quote by Deborah Wheeler

#198. They're not willing to admit that I've also shed blood and tears and often paid dearly for my success. This makes me feel extremely sad. #Quote by Zhang Ziyi

#199. Without these supernova explosions, there are no mist-covered swamps, computer chips, trilobites, Mozart or the tears of a little girl. Without exploding stars, perhaps there could be a heaven, but there is certainly no Earth. #Quote by Clifford A. Pickover

#200. Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone and the boy disappears And the rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain? Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their heads as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye And what have they done to the rain? #Quote by Malvina Reynolds