#tear

For every laugh, there should be a tear. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#life #tears #writing #life

There was no up, there was no down. There was a steady, nauseated life five minutes ago, but nothing five minutes from now. And then, very suddenly, there was no 'now. ↗

— Paige Harbison

#sad #tears #life

It's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start ↗

— Ron Rash

#life #tears #life

I know the answer to improving Jess's condition doesn't lay in tears the answer is in sweat. ↗

— John Passaro

#tears #life

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart. ↗

— José N. Harris

#grieving #hope #loss #love #pain

Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?” “As in ‘cuddly and’?” “As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said. Cole’s gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he’d look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. “Maybe,” he said. “But you won’t let anybody try.” I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the diference between not fighting,” I said,“and giving up.” Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry. Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole’s hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn’t a touch that said “I need more”. It was a touch that said “I want this.” It was all completely soundless. I didn’t think either of us was breathing. Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#cole #cole-and-isabel #cole-st-clair #forever #isabel

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#love #tears #tomgue #true #words

Love is like a door knob that I’ve mistaken for a shower handle, and I’m trying to turn up the heat on our relationship, but the handle won’t turn and I’ve got shampoo in my eyes and my wetsuit is dry and I started crying just as the zookeeper asked me to leave. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#door-knob #heat #love #mistake #relationships

Dan didn’t want to say anything, but the words were unstoppable. “I fucking love you. Don’t leave me. You’ve got to find me.” Again, fucking tears. Vadim shook his head, then pressed his face into the crook of Dan’s shoulder, hoped to hide his weakness and felt like a man condemned to die. “I will... find you. If it’s the last thing I’ll do, I’ll come back. Nothing will stop me. ↗

— Aleksandr Voinov

#love #tears #vadim #love

If somebody hurts you, it's okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#love #sad #tears #love