He swam and he wept.

“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been…

— George R.R. Martin

“Yes,love."He leaned down,his hands splayed on her ankles,up he raked to her knees,her inner thighs until he had her legs spread so wide her…

— Laura Wright

And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.

— Claude McKay

Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called…

— William Golding

“Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he'd sworn he would be. He didn't even shed a tear when the funeral litter was…

— Darren Shan

“I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God,…

— John Clare

I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept the and the tears From malice, divorce meets to lost peers.

— Jean Grae

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

— Anonymous

We wept, Brooklyn was a lovely place to hit. If you got a ball in the air, you had a chance to get it…

— Duke Snider

“I had often envisioned my funeral—me lying against the rose-colored satin, looking utterly stunning, U2’ s and Ed Sheeran’s sadder songs playing gently in…

— Kristan Higgins

“When Alexander saw the depth of his empire he wept for there were no more worlds to concquer. Benefits of a classical education.”

— Hans Gruber

“In the silence I felt it all unravelling, the audience waking with the dream unfinished, all my work ruined, wasted. And all the while…

— Patrick Rothfuss

“He wept because God was unfair, and because this was the way God repaid those who believed in their dreams.”

— Paulo Coelho

“Semille wept not because she did something stupid; she wept because she *didn't* do something stupid. Sometimes, to do something stupid--to disobey your parents,…

— Binnie Kirshenbaum

“She had no tears this morning. She had wept them all away last night, and now she felt that dry-eyed morning misery, which is…

— George Eliot