#cries

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. ↗

— George Eliot

#breeds #cries #death #feed #him

We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#cries #cry #cut #dragging #drill

Revolution! The people howls and cries, Freedom, that's what we're needing! We've needed it for centuries, our arteries are bleeding. The stage is shaking, the audience rock. The whole thing is over by nine o'clock. ↗

— Kurt Tucholsky

#audience #bleeding #centuries #clock #cries

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. ↗

— Charles Wesley

#cries #done #faith #god #impossibilities

When a Spanish man cries it's not a sign of weakness. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#man #sign #spanish #weakness

I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie. ↗

— Conor Oberst

#comes #cries #cuts #each #else