weep

If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever

The wealth we receive from God will never cause us to weep

Weeping Widows"There is a river that cuts ThroughThe heart of EveAnd flows throughParadise's back window.It streams into A bottomless wellThat rolls down to hellWith the tears of theWeeping widows.The women stand along the well,And cryWhile singing gray lullabiesAs orphaned childrenLight up candles to put on palm leavesTo push into the streamWith petals of jasmine And pieces of tangerine,Then sit back and wait for their fatherTo show up over the horizon Where his heart still beatsIn their dreams.

Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.

My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.

I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

But fate, as Merlin always taught us, is inexorable. Life is a jest of the Gods, Merlin liked to claim, and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh, he once told me, or else you'll just weep yourself to death.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,That he should weep for her?

My wife and I said good-bye the next morning in a little sheltered place among the lumber on the wharf; she was one of your women who never like to do their crying before folks.She climbed on the pile of lumber and sat down, a little flushed and quivery, to watch us off. I remember seeing her there with the baby till we were well down the channel. I remember noticing the bay as it grew cleaner, and thinking that I would break off swearing; and I remember cursing Bob Smart like a pirate within an hour.("Kentucky's Ghost")

Would it help,_ he asked gently, __o have a shoulder to cry on?_ She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. __hank you, but no._ Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. __rying is a waste of time._ __ To weep is to make less the depth of grief.__ __s that a Romany saying?_ __hakespeare.

Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing but a library of all tears in history.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.