~Wisdom.~--Wisdom for a man's self is, in many branches thereof, a depraved thing: it is the wisdom of rats, that will be sure to leave a house some time before it fall; it is the wisdom of the fox, that thrusts out the badger, who digged and made room for him; it is the wisdom of the crocodiles, that shed tears when they would devour.--_Bacon._
What though our eyes with tears be wet? The sunrise never failed us yet. The blush of dawn may yet restore Our light and hope and joy once more. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet!
If we pay attention to our tears, they'll show us something about ourselves.
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defense of her virtue.--_La Fontaine._
Love is always blind and tears his hands whenever he tries to gather roses.--_Arsène Houssaye._
Whining lover may as well request / A scornful breast / To melt in gentle tears, as woo the world for rest.
The true good= (all of it) =and glory even of this world, not to speak of any that is to come, must be bought still, as it always has been, with our toil and with our tears. That is the final doctrine, the inevitable one, not of Christianity only, but of all heroic faith and heroic being.
Once the curtain is raised, the actor ceases to belong to himself. He belongs to his character, to his author, to his public. He must do the impossible to identify himself with the first, not to betray the second, and not to disappoint the third. And to this end the actor must forget his personality and throw aside his joys and sorrows. He must present the public with the reality of a being who for him is only a fiction. With his own eyes, he must shed the tears of the other. With his own voice, he must groan the anguish of the other. His own heart beats as if it would burst, for it is the other's heart that beats in his heart. And when he retires from a tragic or dramatic scene, if he has properly rendered his character, he must be panting and exhausted.
If miracles were wrought in bygone years, Why not to-day, why not to-day, O seers? This Leprous Age most needs a healing hand, Oh, why not heed his cries, and dry his tears?"
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Ploratur lacrymis amissa pecunia veris=--The loss of money is bewailed with unaffected tears.
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,-- Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
Hence these tears.
Leave all to God, / Forsaken one, and stay thy tears!
Life is not as idle ore, / But iron dug from central gloom, / And heated hot with burning fears, / And dipt in baths of hissing tears, / And battered with the shocks of doom / To shape and use.
This world is all a fleeting show, / For man's illusion given: / The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, / Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, / There's nothing true but heaven.
Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.
The empire of woman is an empire of softness, of address, of complacency. Her commands are caresses, her menaces are tears.
This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone.
But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
Nature has lent us tears--the cry of suffering when the man at last can bear it no longer.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone, / And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; / At last she sought out Memory, and they trod / The same old paths where Love had walk'd with Hope, / And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
God is a shower to the heart burnt up with grief, a sun to the face deluged with tears.
Eyes bright, with many tears behind them.
There is more security in self-denial, mortification, and other like virtues, than in an abundance of tears.--ST. TERESA.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Those tender tears that humanise the soul.
Our life here is not our own work, and we know that it is best for us all just as it is. We ought to bear it, and we must bear it; and the more patiently, yes, the more joyfully, we accommodate ourselves to it, the better for us. We must take life as it is, as the way appointed for us, and that must lead to a certain goal. Some go sooner, some later, but we all go the same way, and all find the same place of rest. Impatience, gloom, murmurs and tears do not help us, do not alter anything, and make the road longer, not shorter. Quiet, resignation, thankfulness and faith help us forwards, and alone make it possible to perform the duties which we all, each in his own sphere, have to fulfil.... The darker the night, the clearer the stars in heaven.
Nature's tears are Reason's merriment.
The busy have no time for tears.--_Byron._
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
The weak sinews become strong by their conflict with difficulties. Hope is born in the long night of watching and tears. Faith visits us in defeat and disappointment, amid the consciousness of earthly frailty and the crumbling tombstones of mortality.--_Chapin._
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
To holy tears, / In lonely hours, Christ risen appears; / In social hours, who Christ would see / Must turn all tasks to charity.
Mollissima corda / Humano generi dare se natura fatetur, / Qu? lachrymas dedit: h?c nostri pars optima sensus=--Nature confesses that she gives the tenderest of hearts to the human race when she gave them tears. This is the best part of our sensations.
Plerique enim lacrimas fundunt ut ostendant; et toties siccos oculos habent, quoties spectator definit=--Many shed tears merely for show; and have their eyes quite dry whenever there is no one to observe them.
God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. O love! O affliction! ye are the guides that show us the way through the great airy space where our loved ones walked; and, as hounds easily follow the scent before the dew be risen, so God teaches us, while yet our sorrow is wet, to follow on and find our dear ones in heaven.--_Beecher._
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
He who is moved to tears by every word of a priest is generally a weakling and a rascal when the feeling evaporates.
It is true there is difficulty in entering into a devout life, but this difficulty does not arise from the religion which begins in us, but from the irreligion which is still there. If our senses were not opposed to penitence, and if our corruption were not opposed to the purity of God, there would be nothing in this painful to us. We suffer only in proportion as the vice which is natural to us resists supernatural grace; our heart feels torn asunder by these conflicting efforts, but it would be most unjust to impute this violence to God, who draws us, instead of attributing it to the world, which holds us back. As a child which a mother tears from the robbers' arms, in the anguish it suffers should love the loving and legitimate violence of her who procures its liberty, and detest only the imperious and tyrannical violence of those who retain it unjustly. The most cruel war which God can make against men in this life is to leave them without that war which he came to bring. "I came to bring war," he says, and to inform them of this war, "I came to bring fire and the sword." Before him the world lived in a false peace.
Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears, and sorrow-wounded soul, Prove well that on your part this bond is whole, So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love. Let dark oblivion, and the hollow grave, Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have; Well-chosen love is never taught to die, But with our nobler part invades the sky.
Grief, like a tree, has tears for its fruit.
But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so tears enable sorrow to vent itself patiently. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair and madness.--_Leigh Hunt._
Blessed day, and longed for--the world's great jubilee, the earth's long-looked-for Sabbath, groaning creation's joy, and nature's calm repose! Who would not cry, "Come, Lord Jesus, and end this troubled dream! Shatter the shadows of the long, dark night of sin and sorrow, sighing and tears, despair and death!"--_F. Whitfield._
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
Love's plant must be watered with tears and tended with care.
Lacrym?que decor?, / Gratior et pulchro veniens in corpore virtus=--His tears, that so well become him, and a merit still more pleasing that shows itself in his fair form.
It hurts,” he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. “All the time. Even when I try.” Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. “It will stop one day,” I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Even without your trying, and then you’ll feel guilty. After that, you’ll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.
The safety-valves of the heart when too much pressure is laid on.
Like Niobe, all tears.
Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.
I know of a cure for everything: salt water...in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Mens immota manet; lachrym? volvuntur inanes=--His resolve remains unshaken; tears are shed in vain.
There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
In this wild element of a life, man has to struggle onwards; now fallen, deep-abased; and ever, with tears, repentance, with bleeding heart, he has to rise again, struggle again, still onwards. That his struggle be a faithful, unconquerable one--that is the question of questions.
Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Life abounds in cares, in thorns, and woes; many tears flow visibly, although many more are unseen.
Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass, / Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte / Auf seinem Bette weinend sass / Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte=--He who never ate his bread with tears, who sat not on his bed through sorrowful nights weeping, he knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.
When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,-- For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Let's not unman each other--part at once; / All farewells should be sudden when for ever, / Else they make an eternity of moments, / And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
I blame equally those who take on themselves to praise man, those who take on themselves to blame him, and those who merely amuse themselves; I can approve those only who seek with tears.
We have lived and loved together Through many changing years; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears.
~Dew.~--That same dew, which sometimes withers buds, was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.--_Shakespeare._
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other.
Love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
There's no seeing one's way through tears.
Uberibus semper lacrymis, semperque paratis / In statione sua, atque expectantibus illam / Quo jubeat manare modo=--With tears always in abundance, and always ready at their station, and awaiting her signal to flow as she bids them.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
And when God, in answer to their prayers and succeeding their endeavours, delivers, restores, and advances his church, according to his promise, then he is said to answer, and come, and say, Here am I, and to show himself; and they are said to find him, and see him plainly. (Isa. lviii. 9.) "Then shall thou cry, and he shall say, Here I am" (Isa. xlv. 19.) "I said not unto the seed of Jacob, Seek ye me in vain." Chap. xxv. 8, 9.) "The Lord will wipe away the tears from off all faces, and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off the earth. And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God, we have waited for him, and he will save us: This is the Lord, we have waited for him; we will be glad, and rejoice in his salvation." Together with the next chap." ver. 8, 9. we have waited for thee; "the desire of our soul is to thy name, and to the remembrance of thee. With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early. For when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness." Isa. lii. 6-8. "Therefore my people shall know my name; therefore they shall know in that day, that I am he that doth speak: behold, it is I. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace, that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation, that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! Thy watchmen shall lift up the voice, together shall they sing; for they shall see eye to eye, when the Lord shall bring again Zion.
Pity and need make all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood / Which runneth of one hue; nor caste in tears, which trickle salt with all.
Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.
Does not the word come like a soft shower, assuaging the fury of the flame? Yea, is it not an asbestos armor, against which the heat hath no power? Let affliction come--God has chosen me. Poverty, thou mayest stride in at my door--but God is in the house already, and He has chosen me. Sickness, thou mayest intrude, but I have a balsam ready--God has chosen me. Whatever befalls me in this vale of tears I know that He has "chosen" me. Fear not, Christian; Jesus is with thee. In all thy fiery trials His presence is both thy comfort and safety. He will never leave one whom He has chosen for His own. "Fear not, for I am with thee," is His sure word of promise to His chosen ones in the "furnace of affliction."--_Spurgeon._
Our tears prepare the ground for our future growth.
O banish the tears of children! Continual rains upon the blossoms are hurtful.
Justice advances with such languid steps that crime often escapes from its slowness. Its tardy and doubtful course causes too many tears to be shed.--_Corneille._
Stop asking that,’ she said angrily. There was no stopping the tears now. ‘You always ask that. Why. Like there’s an answer for everything. Not everybody has your life, you know, or your family. In your life, things happen for reasons. People make sense. But that’s not my life. Nobody in my life makes sense …
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn.
There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness,--which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.--_Milton._
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.
Sympathising and selfish people are alike given to tears.
Anna Mikhaylovna was already embracing her and weeping. The countess wept too. They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they - friends from childhood - had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over.... But those tears were pleasant to them both.
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give / Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Les moissons, pour murir, ont besoin de rosee, / Pour vivre et pour sentir, l'homme a besoin des pleurs=--Harvests to ripen have need of dew; man, to live and to feel, has need of tears.
Her warm breath, her cheeks wet with tears. All the lost possibilities, all the time that was never to return.
Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide And something to fear And I try so hard to keep it inside So no one can hear. "Hush, hush, keep it down now. Voices carry."
Dreams in their development have breath / And tears and torture and the touch of joy; / They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts; / They take a weight from off our waking toils; / They do divide our being; they become a portion of ourselves as of our time, / And look like heralds of eternity.
I'm so scared that if I move even an inch, my body will snap in half and everyone will see that my insides are made up of nothing but all the tears I'm swallowing back right now.
Nature and individuals are generally best when they are happiest, and deserve heaven most when they have learnt rightly to enjoy it. Tears of sorrow are only pearls of inferior value, but tears of joy are pearls or diamonds of the first water.--_Richter._
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
In tradition and in books an integral part of the individual persists, for it can influence the minds and actions of other people in different places and at different times: a row of black marks on a page can move a man to tears, though the bones of him that wrote it are long ago crumbled to dust. In truth, the whole progress of civilization is based upon this power.
Interdum lacrym? pondera vocis habent=--Sometimes tears have the weight of words.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Humour is the mistress of tears.
Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Funny thing about getting proposed to in a shower. You can’t tell which is water and which is tears. I said yes, and then he kissed me. I said yes, and then he touched me. I said yes, and then he slipped inside me. I said yes, yes, yes, and then he loved me.
Virtue is the daughter of Religion. Her sole treasure is her tears.--_Madame Swetchine._
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Some treasures are heavy with human tears, as an ill-stored harvest with untimely rain; and some gold is brighter in sunshine than in substance.
We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others.--_George Eliot._
Perlen bedeuten Thranen=--Pearls mean tears.
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Daily life is more instructive than the most effective book.= _Goethe._ [Greek: daitos eises]--An equal diet. _Hom._ [Greek: Dakry' adakrya]--Tearless tears.
We praise the dramatic poet who possesses the art of drawing tears, a power which he has in common with the meanest onion.--_Heinrich Heine._
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase.
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.--_Thackeray._
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, / Which show like grief itself, but are not so; / For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, / Divides one thing entire to many objects.
I came back from the bridge bathed in tears.
O thou who hast still a father and a mother, thank God for it in the day when thy soul is full of joyful tears, and needs a bosom wherein to shed them.
Fate and the dooming gods are deaf to tears.--_Dryden._
I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
To bear up under loss to fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief to be victor over anger to smile when tears are close to resist evil men and base instincts to hate hate and to love love to go on when it would seem good to die to seek ever after the glory and the dream to look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore about to be that is what any man can do, and so be great.