The greater are our affections the deeper are our…

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom…

— Anonymous

“Weeping willow, weeping willow, branches waving like the sea, While I’m lying on my pillow, come and take my pain from me… Hell”

— Margaret Atwood

May I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that stream down…

— Rainer Maria Rilke

She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its…

— Tom Robbins

I literally found myself weeping when I was reading 'After You.'

— Ruth Jones

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

— Rumi

We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his…

— Kahlil Gibran

“Sounds of weeping and sobbing reverberated, deep, painful, as much as I felt it, it was heard. صوت بكائي ترددت أصداؤه بإنتحاب عميق ومؤلم ، بقدر ما أحسست به كان مسموعاً”

— Amany Al-Hallaq

I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon the day's…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Eating, drinking, sleeping a little laughter ! much weeping! Is that all ? Do not die here like a worm. Wake up! Attain immortal bliss!

— Sivananda

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern…

— William Shakespeare

I do not know when I am more perfectly happy than when I am weeping for sin at the foot of the cross.

— Charles Spurgeon

“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even know their…

— Margaret Atwood

And then theres always the crying and the weeping that we hear-children, women, even men. And these images and these sounds are always with…

— Christiane Amanpour

The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-…

— Pam Brown