Weeping Quotes

Weeping Quotes by Simone Weil, Harper Lee, Friedrich Nietzsche, Isa Chandra Moskowitz, Steven Herrick, J. R. R. Tolkien and many others.

Electra weeping for the dead Orestes. If we love God while thinking that he does not exist, he will manifest his existence.
Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you upsome things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.
I fear animals regard man as a creature of their own kind which has in a highly dangerous fashion lost its healthy animal reason – as the mad animal, as the laughing animal, as the weeping animal, as the unhappy animal.
There was a time-a lonely, lonely time-when salads were a pale and limp affair, relegated to the side of your plate, practically weeping. I think those dark days were also known as the ‘80s. -p.11
Isa Chandra Moskowitz
I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.
There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over… Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.
I spent my childhood outdoors on my grandparentsfarm. I learned to ride a motorbike when I was about six, a little PeeWee 50. I’d climb trees – there was a big weeping willow.
Trust not a woman when she weeps, for it is her nature to weep when she wants her will.
Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon!
Love, rest, and home–
Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come!
I remember weeping silently in bed after watchingTitanic.’
All has gone to rest, and I don’t know whether I’m alive or will live or whether I’m rushing like this through the world for I’m not longer weeping or laughing
Taras Shevchenko
Tears never yet saved a soul. Hell is full of weepers weeping over lost opportunities, perhaps over the rejection of an offered Saviour. Your Bible does not say, “Weep, and be saved.” It says, “Believe, and be saved.” Faith is better than feeling.
Almost without being aware of it, we end up being incapable of feeling compassion at the outcry of the poor, weeping for other people‘s pain, and feeling a need to help them, as though all this were someone else‘s responsibility and not our own.
Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
Step on the moist, pillowsoft earth, walking gingerly aside a weeping steam that calls your name, for it knows how to heal a wounded heart.
Eating, drinking, sleeping
a little laughter ! much weeping!
Is that all ? Do not die here like a worm.
Wake up! Attain immortal bliss!
Rejoice with those who rejoice.” I have found that difficult too often. I was much better at weeping with those who weep.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
Lie not down wearied ‘neath Woe’s weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I’ll weep.
To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All the trees have torches lit; Blazing red the maples shine the woodlands through.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.
Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.
There should be weeping at a man’s birth, not at his death.
In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can’t stand hounds can’t live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.
September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake of weeping, my eyes open wide to the sun, to the flowers… I wanted to feel an immense grief inside me, and it came.
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, “Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it’s like to be me”.
In the midnight of a soul’s unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.
The last song was so deep and raw and pure that I could not escape. It was as if the people were singing in between the notes, weeping and joyful at the same time, and I felt like their voices or something was rocking me in its bosom, holding me like a scared kid, and I opened up to that feeling-and it washed over me.
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.
You know that you’ve healed an issue when you can talk about it and you’re not weeping, when you can speak to it and identify the lesson. You know that you’ve healed an issue when, having gone through that, has a benefit that you live today.
A man’s greatest moment in life is when his enemy lays vanquished, his village aflame, his herds driven before you and his weeping wives and daughters are clasped to your breast.
If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.
God listens to our weeping when the occasion itself is beyond our knowledge, but still within His love and power.
Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?
I had a sort of classic moment when a friend of mine rang up and said she’d just been to a funeral, and in the middle of the eulogy, this kid had taken out the phone and had a whole proper text conversation – while everyone was weeping!
I do not know when I am more perfectly happy than when I am weeping for sin at the foot of the cross.
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.
She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending
The wounds of the baited bear,–
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh . . . the tears of the hunted hare.
Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
Jesus wept, but He never complained.
Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.
I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I’d fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri…was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.
Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise”.
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream.
[Lat., Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram:
Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.]
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.
I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God’s face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.
any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
Laughter and weeping, the Greek masks of comedy and tragedy, mark the extremes of a continuous spectrum; both provide channels for the overflow of emotion; both are
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat‘ning the welkin with its big-swoll’n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing.
There should be weeping at a man’s birth, not at his death.
Those who grieve find comfort in weeping and in arousing their sorrow until the body is too tired to bear the inner emotions.
My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.
weeping…betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.
We have wept enough. No more weeping, but stand on feet and be men.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people
Everyone has a family tree; the Dawsons have one, it’s a weeping willow.
All things are cause for either laughter or weeping.
Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
We beg one hour of death, that neither she
With widow‘s tears may live to bury me,
Nor weeping I, with wither‘d arms, may bear
My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.
Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Learn weeping, and thou shalt laugh gaining.
I love polite people, late September, weeping mortar, and my fantastic fands (fans/friends)
I befriended a homeless man five years ago, bought him a new set of teeth, helped him get his life on track. A writer for ‘Elle’ spent two hours talking to this guy and discarded almost everything he said. When the story came out, we both were weeping while reading it on the street!
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth’s only furrow.
The great majority of the Christian world is still weeping at the foot of the cross. The consciousness of man is fixed on the Christ Who died, not the Christ Who LIVES. They are looking back to the Redeemer Who was, not the redeemer who IS.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.
Man’s feeble race what ills await!
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease, and Sorrow’s weeping train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
I’m sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion‘s strain, But I’m sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love’s pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er a grave.
You were so near death that ghosts crowded around you, weeping silver tears, waiting for you with such smiles. You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
He does not weep who does not see.
I’m interested in existential films: I love movies that console you in the same way that a person consoles a weeping child.
The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.
I had to stop traveling alone because I missed so many planes. When somebody runs up to you in the airport and begins to tell you their life story, you can’t say, ‘Excuse me, boo,’ as they’re weeping on your bosom.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Thank you for this, Peter. For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything i felt. More than ever, i need that now.
Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.
How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson
It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.
God uses people. God uses people to perform His work. He does not send angels. Angels weep over it, but God does not use angels to accomplish His purposes. He uses burdened broken-hearted weeping men and women.
A painting is what you make of it, besides which, ‘Moon, Weeping’ has a better ring to it than ‘Paintbrush, Dripping.
They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.
A man’s greatest work is to break his enemies, to drive them before him, to take from them all the things that have been theirs, to hear the weeping of those who cherished them, to take their horses between his knees and to press in his arms the most desirable of their women.
we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.
I wept not — so to stone I grew within.
People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing had happened.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
But to write – that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written – how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless – that is enough to send one weeping to bed.
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar‘s promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May – how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.
The really happy man never laughs – seldom – though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like weeping is a relief of mental tension – and the happy are not over strung.
Francis Aveling
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing
I hope and hoping feeds my pain
I weep and weeping feeds my failing heart
I laugh but the laughter does not pass within
I burn but the burning makes no mark outside.
The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don’t die at all — he sort of rots away, like a pollywog’s tail.
A funeral is for those left behind. Sometimes, one wonders if the weeping is more out of fear for ourselves than it is sympathy for the deceased.
…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poisonTombstone Blues
Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o’er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.
You can’t just sit in a corner weeping or you’ll die.
I’m almost weeping when I’m painting my daughter. I’ve been thinking she won’t be little for much longer.
one of Mr. [Thomas] Hardy‘s ancestors must have married a weeping willow. There are pages and pages in his collected poems which are simply plain narratives in ballad form of how an unenjoyable time was had by all.
I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.
Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Nothing should be left to an invaded people except their eyes for weeping.
Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Music speaks of Platonic truth – the ideal river rather than the polluted reality, love as we dream it rather than we experience it, grief noble and uplifting rather than our distracted weeping. It is necessary to our survival and our sanity.
Sweet weeping baby Jesus he has a six-pack to beat all six-packs!
For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief.
I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone with you … Silence reigns everywhereOh come back! Already the shepherds and their flocks call for you! Come back soon, or it will be winter in May.
Jakob Michael Reinhold Lenz
Normally the lightbulb moments only happen after 16-hour days, lots of cups of tea and a bit of weeping.
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
There is some joy in weeping. For our tears
Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away.
I suppose and I hope that the young guys who are out there losing their lives at least feel the same way I did. I shouldn’t think about this very much because I’m almost weeping when I think about it.
But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end.
The bravest thing I’ve ever done is fly to New York. I’m simply terrified of aeroplanes – I am the woman you see weeping at the airport.
A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.
When I go to the Boston Marathon now, I have wet shoulders—women fall into my arms crying. They’re weeping for joy because running has changed their lives. They feel they can do anything.
You yourself are to blame. This weeping and wailing and knocking your heads into corners [against brick walls, as it were] will not do you the least good.
If not in a place, where are the People weeping?
They creep weeping in the face, not place.
Is it something with which we may cope
The weeping, the creeping, the peepee-ing, the peeping?
So my reaction to hearing this corny-ass, horrible song [“With Arms Wide Open” by Creed] is violent, uncontrollable, sustained weeping.
A picture can be funny and also weep inducing. One cries for many reasons. The state of weeping, for me, is induced by recognition of a rarified level of integration – thinking about what must it have taken to reach that integration.
One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.