Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“At the top of the page I wrote my full name [...] At the sight of it, many thoughts rushed through me,… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
Almost without being aware of it, we end up being incapable of feeling compassion at the outcry of the poor, weeping for… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die… — Charles Farrar Browne Copy Share Image
And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
I do not hide my feelings, though sometimes I get carried away. I can't remember what humiliation I had suffered at the… — Persis Khambatta Copy Share Image
What a wonder is it, that two natures infinitely distant, should be more intimately united than anything in the world; and yet… — Thomas Goodwin Copy Share Image
Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like… — Francis Aveling Copy Share Image
And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When I go to the Boston Marathon now, I have wet shoulders—women fall into my arms crying. They're weeping for joy because… — Kathrine Switzer Copy Share Image
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love polite people, late September, weeping mortar, and my fantastic fands (fans/friends) — Matthew Gray Gubler Copy Share Image
“Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...” — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
[On dishonest business methods:] ... frequently the defender of the practice falls back on the Christian doctrine of charity, and points out… — Ida Tarbell Copy Share Image
Those who grieve find comfort in weeping and in arousing their sorrow until the body is too tired to bear the inner… — Maimonides Copy Share Image
When they played, it wasn't music. It was the sound of chaos. I knew it was the sound of chaos because you… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A man need not be ashamed of moist eyes when he gazes on the face of some loved one who is far… — Dick Donovan Copy Share Image
People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
Everybody around us was weeping. Someone began to recite Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. I don't know whether, during the history… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image