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Tag Name "Weep" (339)

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The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?
Adelaide Crapsey
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I weep at everything. I love things so much - I just never want to dilute that.
Chris Evans
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Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us The martyr band That hallowed our land With the blood they shed in a tide for us?
Abram Joseph Ryan
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I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Zora Neale Hurston
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron
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They say that at the mountain pass he looked back at his kingdom, his beautiful kingdom, and wept, and his mother told him to weep like a woman for what he could not hold as a man.
Philippa Gregory
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I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Hide not thy tears weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
Aaron Hill
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The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.
Henry Maudsley
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I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble I trust while I weep.
Charlotte Bronte
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Labor, like Israel, has many sorrows. Its women weep for their fallen and they lament for the future of the children of the race. It ill behooves one who has supped at labor's table and who has been sheltered in labor's house to curse with equal fervor and fine impartiality both labor and its adversaries when they become locked in deadly embrace.
John L. Lewis
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Now is the time when men work quietly in the fields and women weep softly in the kitchen the legislature is in session and no man's property is safe.
Daniel Webster
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Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.
Frederick Buechner
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We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. 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. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I weep at everything.
Chris Evans
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April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
William Watson
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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran on alone,Do not weep.War is kind.
Stephen Crane
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Later as the day cools and they have gone in, the cry of the corncrake will carry across those same fields and over the lake to the blue-hazed mountain, such a lonely evening sound to it, like the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature's fault that makes us first full, then empty.
Edna O'Brien
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I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.
Peter S. Beagle
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War wreaked on you his hideous ravishment We, we alone, Nereids inviolate, Remain to weep, with the sea-birds to chant: Corinth is lost, Corinth is desolate.
Hilda Doolittle
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Weep not for little Leonie, abducted by a French Marquis. Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French.
Harry Graham
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Beware of those who weep with realization, for they have realized nothing.
Carlos Castaneda
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The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar
Karen Marie Moning
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The world has lost the power to blush over its vice the Church has lost her power to weep over it.
Leonard Ravenhill
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