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Tears are the secretions of the glands that clean and lubricate the eyes. Strong emotions, such as sorrow or elation, along with irritation of eye, may lead to an increased production of tears, or crying. The process of yawning may also result in increased lacrimation.
Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, "Two Moods", Unguarded Gates and Other Poems (Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1895), p. 56.
Crying doesn't mean you are [a] good man. It doesn't mean you have a lot of passion. It's about the passion that's within your heart, it's not about your eyes, not about the tears.
Never fear to weep; For tears are summer showers to the soul, To keep it fresh and green.
Alfred Austin, Savonarola (London: Macmillan and Co., 1881), Act IV, sc. iv; p. 264.
Astronomers have built telescopes which can show myriads of stars unseen before; but when a man looks through a tear in his own eye, that is a lens which opens reaches in the unknown, and reveals orbs which no telescope, however skilfully constructed, could do; nay, which brings to view even the throne of God, and pierces the nebulous distance where are those eternal verities in which true life consists.
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears, For women shed and use them at their liking; But there is something when man's eye appears Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
Crying for no reason, feel the tears roll down I felt strong but am I breaking now? Crying for no reason 'cause I buried it deep I made promises I could not keep 'Cause I never faced all the pain I caused Now the pain is hitting me full force.
Baptism is the washing away of evils that were in us before, but sins committed after baptism are washed away by tears.
Saint John Climacus, The Ladder of Divine Ascent, as translated by Archimandrite Lazarus Moore (Holy Transfiguration Monastery: 1959), § 7:6, p. 65
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs; Sententious showers, O, let them fall, Their cadence is rhetorical.
Richard Crashaw, "Upon the Death of a Gentleman" (c. 1633–1634), line 27, in The Poems of Richard Crashaw, ed. J. R. Tutin (London: George Routledge & Sons, 1896), pp. 181–182
how many ears must one man have/Before he can hear people cry?/The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
First pray for the gift of tears, so that through sorrowing you may tame what is savage in your soul. And having confessed your transgressions to the Lord, you will obtain forgiveness from Him.
Evagrios the Solitary, On Prayer: One Hundred and Fifty-Three Texts, #5, in Philokalia, as translated and edited by G. E. H. Palmer, Philip Sherrard and Kallistos Ware (1979)
I may cry, ruining my makeup Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I don't look pretty Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
Her face with little drops was wet Like pansy petals after rain.
Norman Gale, "To Sleep", line 5, in A Country Muse: Second Series (London: Archibald Constable and Co., 1895), p. 46.
My ardours for emprize nigh lost Since life has bared its bones to me, I shrink to seek a modern coast Whose riper times have yet to be; Where the new regions claim them free From that long drip of human tears Which peoples old in tragedy Have left upon the centuried years.
Thomas Hardy, "On an Invitation to the United States", stanza 1, in Poems of the Past and the Present (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1901), p. 65.
With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, of unspeakable love. If there were wanting any arguments to prove that man is not mortal, I would look for it in the strong convulsive emotions of the breast, when the soul has been deeply agitated, when the fountains of feeling are arising, and when the tears are gushing forth in crystal streams. Oh, speak not harshly to the stricken one, weeping in silence. Break not the deep solemnity by rude laughter or intrusive footsteps. Despise not woman’s tears – they are what made an angel. Scoff not if the stern heart of manhood is sometimes melted to tears – they are what help to elevate him above the brute. I love to see tears of affection. They are painful tokens but still most holy. There is a pleasure in tears—an awful pleasure. If there were none on earth to shed a tear for me, I should be loath to live; and if no one might weep over my grave I could never die in peace.
The glorious Angel, who was keeping The gates of Light, beheld her weeping; And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, where it lies On the blue flow'r, which—Bramins say— Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.
Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), Paradise and the Peri.
Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent Of infinite affection; far too big For words.
Robert Pollok, The Course of Time (1827), Book V, line 633.
But woe awaits a country, when She sees the tears of bearded men.
I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.
When we are born we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.
William Shakespeare, King Lear (1608), Act IV, scene 6, line 186. Marston, in his observations on King Lear, quotes this from Dryden's translation. of Lucretius. See Drake—Memorials of Shakespeare. 336.
That instant shut My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation.
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.
The big round tears run down his dappled face; He groans in anguish.
James Thomson, The Seasons, Autumn (1730), line 454.
Once again, I experienced that overwhelming joy in the universe that I had felt in London outside the V and A. But this time, my consciousness of the world seemed larger, more complex. It was the mystic's sensation of oneness, of everything blending into everything else. Everything I looked at reminded me of something else, which also became present to my consciousness, as if I were simultaneously seeing a million worlds and smelling a million scents and hearing a million sounds-- not mixed up, but each separate and clear. I was overwhelmed with a sense of my smallness in the face of this vast, beautiful, objective universe, this universe whose chief miracle is that it exists, as well as myself. It is no dream, but a great garden in which life is trying to obtain a foothold. I experienced a desire to burst into tears of gratitude; then I controlled it, and the feeling subsided into a calm sense of immense, infinite beauty.
Colin Wilson in The Philosopher's Stone, p. 237-238 (1969)
I have been told tears are the body's weapon against pain. Having never wept, I hope yours to be happy.
Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears?— * * * * * Hast thou descended deep into the breast, And seen their source? If not, descend with me, And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs.
Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 516.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Metempsychosis. Phrase found in Les Paroles Remarquables, les Bon Mots et les Maximes Orientaux, Ed. by Galland (1694).
Filius istarum lacrymarum.
A child of those tears.
Augustine of Hippo, Confessions, Book III. 12. "It cannot be, that a child of those tears (of mine) shall perish." Words of his mother when St. Augustine was influenced by the Manichean Heresy.
And friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep."
Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,—look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Lord Byron, Bride of Abydos (1813), Canto I, Stanza 8.
Oh! too convincing—dangerously dear— In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield.
What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once—bright pure—from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Erasmus Darwin, The Botanic Garden, Part II, Canto III, line 459.
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
John Dryden, The Conquest of Grenada, Part II, Act III, scene 1.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
John Fletcher, Queen of Corinth, Act IV, scene 1. Not in original folio. Said to be spurious.
The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast.
Horace, Epistles, I, 19, 41. Terence, Andria, I, 1, 99.
If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Samuel Johnson, ridiculing Lope de Vega's lines, "Se acquien los leones vence," etc.
On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep.
Sir William Jones, taken from Enchanted Fruit, Six Hymns to Hindu Deities. See sketch prefixed to his Poetical Works. (1847). Also in his Life, p. 110.
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
John Keats, To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent.
All kin' o' smily round the lips An' teary roun' the lashes.
If you go over desert and mountain, Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years; You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length,—to the Fountain of Tears.
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept—and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.