Max Lucado Quotes

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

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

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

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

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

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

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.

When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?

So forgive me, love, if I cry in your shower. So forgive me, love, for the salt in your bed. So forgive me, love, if I cry all afternoon.

Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears.

Nothing dries sooner then a teare.

Crying is you, plus tears

It's all over but the crying.

Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

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.

He spoke, and loos'd our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth.

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