Brotherhood Quote by Julia Hoban

What about a man who sits down to wonder Why life has cheated him? Thinks about his situation Hangs his head and cries Will…

— Mitch Albom

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

“He utterly honored his sorrow, gave in to it with such deep and boundless weeping that it seemed as I stood there he was…

— Kathleen Collins

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

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