Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.
death had just shred a tear
Tears? Are you going for a Barbara Walters moment?
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
I like to have a good cry at a sad film.
That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.
Personally, my daughter's wedding gave me a tremendous pleasure. And the wedding was a radiant event and I enjoyed it. I was afraid I'd cry. I'm given to crying at odd times, and I was very much afraid of the emotionalism of that moment, but I didn't even come close to crying.
The man with a heart cannot think about or see creatures without his eyes filling up with tears because of the immense compassion which seizes his heart.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.
Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools," said Jared. "Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?
It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin
I'm someone who's really susceptible to tears.
When I went to Africa, I was reduced to floods of tears every day.
Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.
When I see sentimental scenes, I get emotional and tears start flowing from my eyes.
I'm happy to announce to the world that I'm a crier. It doesn't take a lot for me to cry at stuff.
I read the last Harry Potter, and I cried for at least the last 70 pages. Awful! I was curled into a ball and I just kept sobbing. It was embarrassing. I was loud, and I just kept wiping tears away so I could see the page.
