Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May -- how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.
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There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart...
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Come, fair repentance, daughter of the skies! Soft harbinger of soon returning virtue; The weeping messenger of grace from heaven.
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I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.
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Every morning I woke in dread, waiting for the day nurse to go on her rounds and announce from the list of names in her hand whether or not I was for shock treatment, the new and fashionable means of quieting people and of making them realize that orders are to be obeyed and floors are to be polished without anyone protesting and faces are to be made to be fixed into smiles and weeping is a crime.
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Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what here sorrow was, and she replied, We are a family of hunters. My father was eaten by a tiger. My husband was bitten by a tiger and died. And now my only son! Why don't you move down and live in the valley? Why do you continue to live up here? asked Confucius. And the woman replied, But sir, there are no tax collectors here! Confucius added to his disciples, You see, a bad government is more to be feared than tigers.
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The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes...
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It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one,
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Everything that is right or natural pleads for separation. The blood of the slain, the weeping voice of nature cries, 'Tis time to part.
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All things are cause for either laughter or weeping.
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The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.
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And weeping fast as she had breath Janet implored us, 'Wake her from her sleep!'...
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One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one allows himself to be tamed.
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True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye, and upon the future with a watchful eye.
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There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumour of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.
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Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
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'Sarah'
My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren’t ugly They maybe mommy Would still want to hug me. I can’t speak at all I can’t do a wrong Or else I’m locked up All the day long. When I’m awake I’m all alone The house is dark My folks aren’t home When my mommy does come I’ll try and be nice, So maybe I’ll get just One whipping tonight. Don’t make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie’s Bar. I heard him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says it’s my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He’s already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. “I’m sorry!”, I scream But its much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And finally he stops And heads for the door, While I lay motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
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When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
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When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
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If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man.
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A little weeping, a little wheedling, a little self-degradation, a little careful use of our advantages, and then some man will say—'Come, b...
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Joel 2:12:
'Even now,' declares the LORD, 'return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.'
(NIV)
Therefore also now, says the Lord, turn and keep on coming to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning [until every hindrance is removed and the broken fellowship is restored].
(AMP)
Therefore also now, saith the LORD, turn ye even to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning:
(KJV)
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The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.
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Weeping bride, laughing wife, laughing bride, weeping wife.
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Why are you weeping? Did you imagine that I was immortal?
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I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
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John 20:11:
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb
(NIV)
But Mary remained standing outside the tomb sobbing. As she wept, she stooped down [and looked] into the tomb.
(AMP)
But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,
(KJV)
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The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laugther, like weeping is a relief of mental tension - and the happy are not over strung.
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Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comet in the morning. Psalms 30:5
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Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
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