Michael Stipe Quotes

I've had to walk through a lot of my tears.

Beware of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for.

We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

The problem is, when I talk about heartbreak or whatever, people want to melt it down to some break-up of a relationship, but it's not about that. If you're a sensitive person, just stepping outside can be heartbreaking.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

I cry all the time.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.

Anybody singing the blues is in a deep pit yelling for help.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

There is hurt that cannot be fixed by band aids or poetrybecause no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

Grief is a very scary thing, and there comes a point where it can really take you down.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

I may cry ruining my make up, Wash away all things you've taken.. I don't care if I don't look pretty, Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way but she felt it everyday. I couldn't help her; I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.