Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“How often we sit weeping — you and I — over the life we lead! My friends, if you only knew the… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
“Weeping is like cleansing your soul. It's liberating and somber.” — Anna Rindfleisch Copy Share Image
“Weeping is terrible for the complexion,' said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, 'but it is very good for the heart.” — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed. — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
There is no laughter except that it is eventually followed up with weeping. — Ibn Sirin Copy Share Image
“She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation,… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“I threw myself upon the ground, and wept: I then sprang up, and ran out upon the terrace, and saw, under the… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
“No one ever comes back from the dead., no one ever enters the world without weeping; no one is ever asked when… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Weeping is not the same thing as crying, It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“Although she was no longer weeping and appeared remarkably composed, I knew that behind that facade, someone was breaking inside. Piece by… — Shahid Hussain Raja 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
“As he heaved a sigh and dug his fingers into the pillow the angels in heaven or the pixie perched on his… — Anuradha Bhattacharyya Copy Share Image
I think there’s a lot of threshold weeping. Like, am I doing this? Am I really wearing this out in the world?… — Heidi Julavits Copy Share Image
It was before Deity embodied in a human form walking among men, partaking of their infirmities, leaning on their bosoms, weeping over… — Thomas B. Macaulay Copy Share Image
“The creature was weeping, and who could blame it, as hideous and abject and lonely as it was? But its tears, Hannah… — Hillary Jordan Copy Share Image
“In Judaism, it is taught that there are three stages of grief to be endured. First there is weeping, for we all… — Judy Collins Copy Share Image
“Why not admit that it is not our paramount duty to weep with all those who are weeping, to suffer with all… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
A chaos of mind and body - a time for weeping at sunsets and at the glamour of moonlight - a confusion… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sitting down and weeping is what women have done for centuries, and it has done no good at all. Nor praying. God… — Sheri S. Tepper Copy Share Image
“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“ Time Does Not Bring Relief Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
“She bleeds poetry. She is an old soul. She has already existed since the day the Earth gave birth to nature. She… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“Julia closed her eyes and concentrated on the words to Lacrimosa, sung loudly and hauntingly by the multi-voice choir in Latin… Day… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“In silence he lifted her into his arms, cradling her like a child, and Lacey thought that it was God Himself, come… — Justin Cronin Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
