#tear

They can't take your house and give it to the mayor's mistress, even if they pay you for it. But they can, apparently, take your house and tear it down to make room for a development of trendy shops and restaurants, a hotel and so on. ↗

— Michael Kinsley

#development #down #even #give #hotel

We make the kind of movies we like to watch. I love to laugh. I love to be amazed by how beautiful it is. But I also love to be moved to tears. There's lots of heart in our films. ↗

— John Lasseter

#amazed #beautiful #films #heart #how

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#tears #blood

Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #tears

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew. ↗

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

#dew #heart #own #tears

The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea. ↗

— Isak Dinesen

#sadness #the-sea #water #tears

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty. ↗

— Pat Schweibert

#loss #mourning #tears

I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that could tear us apart. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#loss #tears

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom - the cold, dark air - that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#despair #discouragement #ingratitude #misery #rain

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#cring #fables #greed #poverty #sorrow