Best 1677 quotes in «tears quotes» category

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.

He steals dreams from her dead eyes every night and pens them down into his diary with his tears.

He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.

Hiding my pain and acting strong, afraid to cry and show my tears, I struggle with all this years later.

His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, “No, Cassie. No, no, no.” I throw my arm around his neck and press his dry cheek against my wet one. I’m shaking like an epileptic, and for the first time I can feel the weight of the quilts on the top of my toes because the blinding dark sharpens your other senses. I’m a bubbling stew of random thoughts and feelings. I’m worried my hair might smell. I want some chocolate. This guy holding me—well, it’s more like I was holding him—has seen me in all my naked glory. What did he think about my body? What did I think about my body? Does God really care about promises? Do I really care about God? Are miracles something like the Red Sea parting or more like Evan Walker finding me locked in a block of ice in a wilderness of white? “Cassie, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

How could a soulmate not hear the heart beats, not smell the tears of a lover, however far he is from her?

His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.

I Am Crying For You I had a long time To cry And it took me By surprise That these days I am crying for you

How many secrets you can save? How many tears you can endure? How many fakes smiles can give? When all you want is tell the truth, shed all tears saved and stop giving false smiles.

i am infinitely yearning brimming and overflowing in words i discover it’s another way for me to be in tears.

I am sure of this: I am not crying. It is just that stupid drops of water that comes out of my eyes, now and then.

I am so happy that I made someone cry today - don't worry I'm a writer. It's when they make me cry that it's a problem.

I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

{...]I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.

How do you want us to tune the lens and our eyes are filled with tears

I Am Crying For You ...The only thing That remains Is hope; I don’t want to lose you; I pray for a miracle That will unite us again I had a long time To cry And it took me By surprise That these days I am crying for you

I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It’s a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It’s one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn’t for his hold, I’d drop like a house of cards. I fall into him, and Noah wraps me in his arms. “It’s okay, baby. We’re okay.” I cling tighter to him, because it doesn’t feel okay. For the past two months, life was good and easy and everything I dreamed it could be. Despite my efforts, the muscles at the corner of my mouth tremble. I wanted to be done with tears and with whispered comments thrown in my direction like knives and with this overwhelming sense that I’m less and that I’ll never belong.

I can't loose you...you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don't do this!

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

I blink January’s lashes and gush down December’s cheeks

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. I stay like this I stand like this I count like this until the feeling stops. Until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. There are never enough numbers.

I cried to the Lord. He heard my tears of prayer, from His holy hill.

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.

I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.

I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.

I don't cry. Unfortunately, I seem rather short of tears, so my sorrows have to stay inside me.

I don’t cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can’t stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I’d ever thought or felt or been.

I don't wanna be the joker who makes eyes full of tears in the end

I don’t want anything else bad to happen,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears. “I’m so sick to death of bad things happening, of seeing bad things that happened in the past! And I’m guilty of so many things. I’m sorry that I killed Mrs. Matthias and wrecked her stupid greenhouse back in the Eighties and I’m sorry I left you here alone while I went around the world.” “I wasn’t alone though, I knew you were doing what you wanted to do and that you were still alive, so I wasn’t really alone, I knew you were still there somewhere,” Alecto told her. His damaged smile and downcast, sorrowful eyes were draped in the shadow of the night, saving Mandy the trouble of seeing.

If an ant carries an object a hundred times its weight, you can carry burdens many times your size.

I fell in love with you When I was mourning for another love And it was as if I found a lifeline

I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn't crying.

. I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was that at some point I knew I’d have to stop. I’d have to turn around and go back. And whatever troubles had haunted me when I left, would be waiting upon my return.

If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.

If his men could have seen his young face under his faceplate, or if they could have heard the silent curses rolling off his tongue, they would have realized to their astonishment that their captain, only twenty years of age but already famous and formidable, was crying. Astrias's tears were tears of burning fury. The rage he felt that hour he would never forget for his whole life thereafter.

If money could buy happiness, the rich would not drown their sorrows in expensive wine.

If I were standing right beside her, I probably would have heard her heart breaking. It would have sounded like the cracking of a wooden bat connecting with a baseball. No, that was too clean of a break. It would have sounded like rain from a powerful thunderstorm pounding on a tin roof. Millions of drops relentlessly pounding away on the surface until it shattered into billions of tiny pieces. Pieces Emily couldn’t put back together by herself.

If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?

If neither crying nor laughing can change my circumstances, then I rather go through them laughing.

If one day I was taken away...would you wait for me to come back?" Concerned moved across his face. "Where are you going?" "Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else." "No." I swallowed and blinked back tears. "I'd go after you," he said.

If our life is built on God’s standards and we are responsible and zealous for the things of the kingdom, then we will have persistent success in life and wealth, which will not bring tears

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

If they can walk away from you when you're in tears, there really is nothing left to do or say.

If you are going through hell, keep walking until you reach heaven.

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.

If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever

If you can write, paint, or compose without fear, pain, tears or questions, then you are either very blessed or very bland.

If you really truly want to know, I've thought if I was ever free someday, I might discover I've held my tears so long that I can't cry anymore, that I'm a dry stone and nothing can ever be wrung from me.

If the sky had no tears, the world would have no rainbows.