...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.
I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.
What weeping adds quietly to your life. Happiness can't even have idea of it.
They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.
There are lies in tears. The ones we weep most loudly are usually for ourselves, yet how easily we can pass them off as grief.
Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.
I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
'Up' was the best. The first 10 minutes of that movie made me weep. It was so well done... even if that montage was all I'd seen, just as a short film, that was great. That was my favorite thing of the year.
I get nonplussed by all the Fifties retro-revival aesthetic. Would we really want to be in our pinnies in our kitchen weeping? I find the kitchen, housewifey aesthetic repugnant.
holding the evening tremblingly close to me i weep into the sun letting the burden of hope lift off my chest i realize this is what it means to be free.
If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.
However, the thought hit me that this was a pretty pathetic way to kick the bucket - being accidentally poisoned during a photo shoot, of all things - and I started weeping at the idiocy of it all.
Teenagers blithely skip off to uncertain futures, while their parents sit weeping curbside in the Volvo, because the adolescent brain isn't yet formed enough to recognize and evaluate risk.
I spent my childhood outdoors on my grandparents' farm. I learned to ride a motorbike when I was about six, a little PeeWee 50. I'd climb trees - there was a big weeping willow.
I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
