George W. Bush Quotes

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.

I cry a lot. I find great solace in it.

It can feel like your whole world is caving in on you, and if you don't speak about it, it gets worse. You have to talk about your problems.

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

Crying is you, plus tears

Drying a widow's tears is one of the most dangerous occupations known to man.

The tears, when they come to some men, are worse than beatings. They're wounded worse by sobbing, men like that, than they are by boots and batons. Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the heart so often, and for so long, that when it speaks we hear not one but a hundred sorrows in the heartbreak. We know that crying is a good and natural thing. We know that crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength. Still, the weeping rips us root by tangled root from the earth, and we crash like fallen trees when we cry.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

If you have to cry, it's okay. I'll cry with you.

Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.

We are expanded by tears, we are told, not reduced by them.

Nothing dries sooner than a tear.

I'm a crier - let me know if you need some tips. I could cry every day, in a good way.

I'm sixty-eight, I cry every chance I can.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.