Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.
death had just shred a tear
Tears? Are you going for a Barbara Walters moment?
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
I like to have a good cry at a sad film.
That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.
Personally, my daughter's wedding gave me a tremendous pleasure. And the wedding was a radiant event and I enjoyed it. I was afraid I'd cry. I'm given to crying at odd times, and I was very much afraid of the emotionalism of that moment, but I didn't even come close to crying.
The man with a heart cannot think about or see creatures without his eyes filling up with tears because of the immense compassion which seizes his heart.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.
It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools," said Jared. "Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?
Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin
I'm someone who's really susceptible to tears.
When I went to Africa, I was reduced to floods of tears every day.
Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.
When I see sentimental scenes, I get emotional and tears start flowing from my eyes.
I'm happy to announce to the world that I'm a crier. It doesn't take a lot for me to cry at stuff.
I read the last Harry Potter, and I cried for at least the last 70 pages. Awful! I was curled into a ball and I just kept sobbing. It was embarrassing. I was loud, and I just kept wiping tears away so I could see the page.
