Quotes
Quotes about Tears
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Fountains of tears. [Lat., Fons lacrymarum.]
Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
A child of those tears. [Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]
Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears, For women shed and use them at their liking; But there is something when man's eye appears Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Hard the eyes no tears.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Never a tears bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Let tears flow of their own accord: their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.
There are times when God asks nothing of his children except silence, patience and tears.
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.
Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surges resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n From gen'ral excrement.
Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Backward, flow backward, O full tide of 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. I have grown weary of dust and decay, Weary of sowing for others to reap; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
