Tears

"I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly."

"Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

"I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry"

"The big round tears run down his dappled face; He groans in anguish."

"Once again, I experienced that overwhelming joy in the universe that I had felt in London outside the V and A. But this time, my consciousness of the world seemed larger, more complex. It was the mystic's sensation of oneness, of everything blending into everything else. Everything I looked at reminded me of something else, which also became present to my consciousness, as if I were simultaneously seeing a million worlds and smelling a million scents and hearing a million sounds-- not mixed up, but each separate and clear. I was overwhelmed with a sense of my smallness in the face of this vast, beautiful, objective universe, this universe whose chief miracle is that it exists, as well as myself. It is no dream, but a great garden in which life is trying to obtain a foothold. I experienced a desire to burst into tears of gratitude; then I controlled it, and the feeling subsided into a calm sense of immense, infinite beauty."

"I have been told tears are the body's weapon against pain. Having never wept, I hope yours to be happy."

"Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears?— * * * * * Hast thou descended deep into the breast, And seen their source? If not, descend with me, And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs."

"Fons lacrymarum."

"We weep when we are born, Not when we die!"

"Filius istarum lacrymarum."

"And friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.""

"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."

"So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry."

"Oh! too convincing—dangerously dear— In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield."

"What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once—bright pure—from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!"

"There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave."

"A stoic of the woods,—a man without a tear."

"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 Had the eyes no tears."

"Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit."

"Words that weep and tears that speak."

"And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile."

"No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes."

"What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?"

"Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again."

"The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast."

"Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

"And weep the more, because I weep in vain."

"Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry."

"Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe!"

"My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread."

"Oh! would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now And have a good cry!"

"Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi."

"Hinc illæ lacrymæ."

"If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father."

"On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep."

"E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently."

"All kin' o' smily round the lips An' teary roun' the lashes."

"Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?"

"Without the meed of some melodious tear."

"O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears."

"Peter deny'd His Lord and cry'd."

"If you go over desert and mountain, Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years; You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length,—to the Fountain of Tears."

"Interdum lacrymæ pondera vocis habent."

"Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram: Perque sinum lacrimæ, fluminis instar enim."

"Est quædam flere voluptas; Expletur lacrymis egeriturque dolor."

"Behold who ever wept, and in his tears Was happier far than others in their smiles."

"Sweet drop of pure and pearly light; In thee the rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine."

"The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry."

"The silver key of the fountain of tears."