Weeping Quotes

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

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.

...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...

I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.

I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.

Why do we weep once we know that everything will be alright? We weep because the only way everything could ever be alright is in fiction. We weep because what we've seen can't be true, no matter how badly we wish it were. We weep at the truth.

When you weep and lament, you will struggle to achieve and rejoice.

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.

A thicket of summer grass
Is all that remains
Of the dreams and ambitions
Of ancient warriors.

History! Read it and weep!

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.

I went inside my heart
to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.

A man need not be ashamed of moist eyes when he gazes on the face of some loved one who is far away. It's human. It shows a kindly heart, an impressionable mind!

("The Doomed Man")

Some say the ocean roars,
I hear it ever weeping.
Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.
Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

Weep hard as much as you need; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life.

Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.