My heart is closed, soon it will crumble away. Stifling my tears, I scream every day. My heart has shown me that believing is nothing. My own heart killed me.
You get such a kick and then it's all over. That's good ground for uncertainty and depression. I usually burst into tears.
I got my career started late so, even though I'm getting older, I don't have as much wear and tear on my arm. I feel good. I really do.
In life's journey, you will meet all sorts of characters. Always remember, never shed a tear for the heartless, corrupt or insensitive.
I think that all journalists, specifically print journalists, have a responsibility to educate the public. When you handle a culture's intellectual property, like journalists do, you have a responsibility not to tear it down, but to raise it up. The depiction of rap and of hip-hop culture in the media, I think, is one that needs more of a responsible approach from journalists.
Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped down her puffy pink cheeks. She touched her tears, frowning. Then she looked up at Julia and whimpered two words before she fell asleep. "Real hurts.'
A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.
Nobody lived my life. Nobody cried my tears. So don't judge me.
I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.
I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin.
When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, then tries to sit on your lap, it's hard to feel sad.
Hockey was such a part of my life, as well as my family's, that I knew we were all going to miss it. For the first few weeks my son was in tears sobbing, "I miss you being a Red Wing daddy.' I didn't know what to say so we just cried together. Nobody prepares you for that kind of stuff.
...he who has seen the intimate beauty of nature cannot tear himself away from it again. He must become either a poet or a naturalist and, if his eyes are keen and his powers of observation sharp enough, he may well become both.
The distance at which all shooting weapons take effect screens the killer against the stimulus sensation which would otherwise activate his killing inhibitions. The deep, emotional layers of our personality simply do not register the fact that the crooking of the finger to release a shot tears the entrails of another man.
Give until tears stream down your eyes.
If might is right, then the world will tear itself apart. We must strive to create a world in which right is might.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
I wish I'd never been an actor. I'd rather have been a streetwalker, selling my body, than selling my tears and my laughter, my grief and my joy.
Why would I cry over a boy? I would never waste my tears on a boy. Why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?
Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.
Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.
We like little children, because they tear out as soon as they get what they want.
In the day I can smile though I wanna die / Hold on, hold on / I can keep it together for a little while / and be strong, so strong / But when the sun goes down and I'm all alone / I haven't the strength to fight / That's when my tears give in to the night
There is sadness and confusion in our hearts / And the world prepares to fight / as it tears itself apart, it isn't fair
My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away
Look at the home makeover shows. It isn't realistic to tear down a house, rebuild it, and decorate it in less then a week, but there aren't people out there criticizing those shows.
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.
Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)
I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.
if you love me, love me now. dont hold yourself so badly until tears starts to mean nothing
Blood sweat and tears homie I'm made of it
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands... Yet I cannot tarry longer.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.