Anne Rice Quotes

To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

We give you this story. It is for the audience to be moved and gut wrenched, not us. It isn't as if we don't go through those real feeling and it isn't as if I don't cry three or four times a night. I usually do.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

Perhaps it's only when people are dead that we can safely show how much we cared about them. We know that it's too late then for them to do anything about it.

If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.

Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn't the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn't deserve my own pity.

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.

Everybody who undergoes a death and finds themselves grieving is obsessed with — or maybe overly focused on — the idea that they can’t display self-pity, they have to be strong. Actually there are a lot of reasons why you are going to feel sorry for yourself, but that’s your first concern.

A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

I grieve for every death.

It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.