Oscar Wilde Quotes

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

The tears, when they come to some men, are worse than beatings. They're wounded worse by sobbing, men like that, than they are by boots and batons. Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the heart so often, and for so long, that when it speaks we hear not one but a hundred sorrows in the heartbreak. We know that crying is a good and natural thing. We know that crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength. Still, the weeping rips us root by tangled root from the earth, and we crash like fallen trees when we cry.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

My parents' divorce left me with a lot of sadness and pain and acting, and especially humour, was my way of dealing with all that.

There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

Sorrow may be a good thing for a woman's heart, but it is a poor cosmetic for her face.

For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry.

Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center.

Certain realities in life are only seen through eyes that are cleansed through our tears. Let us learn how to weep

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Nothing dries sooner than a tear.

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.

Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.

So sadness is a place?' Giovanni asked. 'Sometimes people live there for years,'I said.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is, you will be. And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time until you can't feel a thing. Trust me on this.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.