We have wept enough. No more weeping, but stand on feet and be men. — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
“The day you were born Heaven wept at its great loss, Earth joyed at its gain.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
She wept for the hurt that he owned, a hurt she could never hope to remove. — Jonathan Maberry Copy Share Image
“These tears need to be shed, wept into the earth where there is no hope of consolation. Sometimes a man has to… — Edmond Manning Copy Share Image
“I wept and wept Till my tears met the knees And knees met the ground Where stood a cross There I found… — Noel Gurung Copy Share Image
“We all wept as my mother pointed out every team member from Boston. (Everyone from Boston likes to point out everyone from… — Amy Poehler Copy Share Image
When Jesus wept, the falling tear in mercy flowed beyond all bound; when Jesus groaned, a trembling fear seized all the guilty… — William Billings Copy Share Image
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Brother," he wept, "my heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it." "Tscha!" said the Tsar of Birds. "Life is… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“Maria was staring at me like I was wearing purple socks. ‘Wow,” she said. “That’s exactly what music is.’ And then she… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
I remember, when I have preached at different times in the country, and sometimes here, that my whole soul has agonized over… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
fate is strange.. almost no one i know married the first love of their lives. but for those who did are always… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“Oh could I feel as I have felt,-or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was painful. I wept because I… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Then again she wept aloud,– so bitterly that the voice of her crying pierced into the marrow of the listener’s bones; –… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same hour and for the same space… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Before he called me forth from the grave, Jesus wept. His was not the loud, frantic keening of the women who mourned… — Bodie And Brock Thoene Copy Share Image
To be much for God, we must be much with God. Jesus, that lone figure in the wilderness, knew strong crying, along… — Leonard Ravenhill Copy Share Image
“What is your name?' she asked. The youth ignored her, lowering his eyelids against the sun. She repeated her question. Again he… — Sherryl Jordan Copy Share Image
“The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and… — Federico García-Lorca Copy Share Image
“She had no tears this morning. She had wept them all away last night, and now she felt that dry-eyed morning misery,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“wept, and in the wrinkles of old people. In the house of the Manchu Bannerman,” — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control. — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
