Quotes
Quotes about Tears
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald me like molten lead.
Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.
She who from April dates her years, Diamonds should wear, lest bitter tears For vain repentance flow; this stone, Emblem of innocence is known.
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms 'neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.
April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter, Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!
I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.
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.
I always try to balance the light with the heavyâa few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief she is beautiful. â¢Sophia Loren Nothing's beautiful from every point of view. â¢Horace Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away. â¢George Brossin Méré ...It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. â¢James Matthew Barrie In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. â¢Christopher Morley Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. â¢Charles Reade Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense. â¢Kin Hubbard Beauty is not caused. It is. â¢Emily Dickinson Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused. â¢Edward Gibbon My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossomsâwill it return to my body when they scatter? â¢Kotomichi Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. â¢Campbell Champagne is the only wine a woman can drink and still remain beautiful. â¢Mme. de Pompadour Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve. â¢Pope Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseam, keep her from drowning them at birth. â¢Lazarus Long Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. â¢Shakespeare It is good that the young are beautiful; it is the only advantage they have. â¢The Duchess of Windsor Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short lived, and apt to have ague fits. â¢Erasmus The beautiful are never desolate, But someone always loves them. â¢Bailey Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband. â¢Ambrose Bierce Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away. â¢Luis Cernuda Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do. But beautiful women don't need to know about men. It's the men who have to know about beautiful women. â¢Katherine Hepburn A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever. â¢Helen Rowland There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness. â¢Countess of Blessington Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart. â¢Johann von Schiller When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty. â¢Gregory I The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman, any woman, with beautiful legs. â¢Marlene Dietrich Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. â¢John Keats I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? â¢Jean Kerr The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt. â¢Anonymous What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity. â¢Father Andre Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference. â¢Aristotle I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation. â¢Tyra Banks Exuberance is beauty. â¢William Blake Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful! â¢Bessie Delanay As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. â¢Kahlil Gibran Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder. â¢Immermann Beauty is a short-lived tyranny. â¢Socrates Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.
On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter, And nigh at hand, only a very little above, Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades. From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all, Watching, silently weeps. Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition, Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge, They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again, The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure, The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine. Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter? Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,) Something there is more immortal even than the stars, (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter Longer than sun or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully,or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The future can be anything we want it to be, providing we have the faith and that we realize that peace, no less than war, required "blood and sweat and tears.".
Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine, To mask their brows and hide their infamy; But I alone, alone must sit and pine, Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine, Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans, Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears.
Easter Feast of George, Martyr, Patron of England, c.304 Commemoration of Michael Ramsey, Archbishop of Canterbury, Teacher, 1988 I greet Thy sepulchre, salute Thy grave, That blest enclosure, where the angels gave The first glad tidings of Thy early light, And resurrection from the earth and night. I see that morning in Thy convert's tears, Fresh as the dew, which but this downing wears. I smell her spices; and her ointment yields As rich a scent as the now primrosed fields: The Day-star smiles, and light, with Thee deceased, Now shines in all the chambers of the East.
Who has not marveled at the might of kings When voyaging down the river of dead years? What deeds of death to still an hour of fears, What waste of wealth to gild a moth's frail wings! A Caesar to the breeze his banner flings, An Alexander with his bloody spears, A Herod heedless of his people's tears! And Rome in ruin while Nero laughs and sings: Ye actors of a drama, cruel and cold, Your names are by-words in Love's temple now, Your pomp and glory but a winding-sheet; Then Christ came scorning regal power and gold To wear warm blood-drops on a willing brow, And we, in love, forever kiss His feet.
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease; In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears, Nor let his eye see sin but through my tears.
Feast of Edward the Confessor, 1066 When night comes, list thy deeds; make plain the way 'Twixt heaven and thee; block it not with delays; But perfect all before thou sleep'st: then say: There's one sun more strung on my Bead of days. What's good, score up for joy; the bad, well scanned. Wash off with tears, and get thy Master's hand.
Commemoration of Brigid, Abbess of Kildare, c.525 We should not draw too sharp a distinction between this "barren land" or "wilderness" of our pilgrimage, and the sweet home that God has prepared. We all know the changes and chances of this troublous life; but we can also know in this vale of tears the healthful spirit of His grace. Health for the whole man is God's gracious purpose for us here and now, often frustrated, often prevented by unbelief. The life of the saints in light must not emphasize for us simply the contrast between their state and ours, but rather the beginning of the gift of eternal life and all its benefits of inner strength and peace amid earthly vicissitudes. .
We know with our heads that the Bible and the Gospel have a bearingâsooner or laterâupon every issue in life, every problem, every relationship, every practice. But is it not true that in our hearts we are afraid that the full-orbed, unfiltered revelation of God will disturb some custom, some privilege, some status by which we benefit in society, occupation, or government? And knowing that we are profiting by the blood, sweat, and tears of the many, we feel wrath rising in us whenever it is proposed that religion touches the thing in question.
Friendship: a building contract you sign with laughter and break with tears.
The cure for anything is saltwater--sweat, tears, or the sea.
He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all this friends: Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine--it is not I.
