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For Paley, a watch is purposeful and thus must have been created by a being with a purpose. A watch needs a watchmaker, just as a world needs a world-maker—God. Yet both Wallace and Paley might have heeded the lesson from Voltaire's Candide (1759), in which Dr. Pangloss, a professor of "metaphysico-theology-cosmolonigology," through reason, logic, and analogy "proved" that this is the best of all possible worlds: '"Tis demonstrated that things cannot be otherwise; for, since everything is made for an end, everything is necessarily for the best end. Observe that noses were made to wear spectacles; and so we have spectacles. Legs were visibly instituted to be breeched, and we have breeches" (1985, p. 238). The absurdity of this argument was intended on the part of the author, for Voltaire firmly rejected the Panglossian paradigm that all is best in the best of all possible worlds. Nature is not perfectly designed, nor is this the best of all possible worlds. It is simply the world we have, quirky, contingent, and flawed as it may be.
— Michael Shermer, Why People Believe Weird Things: Pseudoscience, Superstition, and Other Confusions of Our Time
Logic was puny in the face of my wrath. Logic was puny and magic was mighty: I had just gotten rebirthed, refilled and renewed, and was fast on my way to resentful.
— C.E. Murphy, Raven Calls
The only reason I'm writing this down is to show how human reason, even very sharp and exact human reason, can get crazily confused and thrown off the track.
— Yevgeny Zamyatin, We
But...that doesn't make any sense...!''It does if you're a goat.
— Linda Medley, Castle Waiting, Vol. 2
Don't get involved in partial problems, but always take flight to where there is a free view over the whole single great problem, even if this view is still not a clear one
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
So,” Marasi said, “you traded a dead man’s scarf for another dead man’s gun. But…the gun itself belonged to someone dead, so by the same logic—”“Don’t try,” Waxillium said. “Logic doesn’t work on Wayne.”“I bought a ward against it off a traveling fortune-teller,” Wayne explained. “It lets me add two ’n’ two and get a pickle.
— Brandon Sanderson, The Alloy of Law
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy
Quentin was thin and tall, though he habitually hunched his shoulders in a vain attempt to brace himself against whatever blow was coming from the heavens, and which would logically hit the tall people first.
— Lev Grossman, The Magicians
It's completely logical," explained the Dodecahedron. "The more you want, the less you get, and the less you get, the more you have. Simple arithmetic, that's all. Suppose you had something and added something to it. What would that make?""More," said Milo quickly."Quite correct," he nodded. "Now suppose you had something and added nothing to it. What would you have?""The same," he answered again, without much conviction. "Splendid," cried the Dodecahedron. "And suppose you had something and added less than nothing to it. What would you have then?""FAMINE!" roared the anguished Humbug, who suddenly realized that that was exactly what he'd eaten twenty-three bowls of.
— Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.
— Damien Hirst
The man who cannot believe his senses, and the man who cannot believe anything else, are both insane, but their insanity is proved not by any error in their argument, but by the manifest mistake of their whole lives. They have both locked themselves up in two boxes, painted inside with the sun and stars; they are both unable to get out, the one into the health and happiness of heaven, the other even into the health and happiness of the earth.
— G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
The past is behind us unless we fail to learn from it.
— L.M. Fields
I'm who i wasn't yesterday and who i won't be tomorrow.
— Emmanuel Aghado
Annie clouded up. For a second, he thought she was going to erupt, and flinched. She saw that...and got control of herself with an visible effort. She took three deep breaths, each longer than the last, and her features became serene.All at once it seemed totally clear to Mike that she was right and he was nuts - that his ingenius theory was nonsense, childish, fantasty bullshit. His conviction evaporated, and he was ashamed. He felt his cheeks grow hot, groped for words with which to backtrack -"I have to admit I have no better explanation for the the facts," Annie said slowly.Again, Mike did an emotional instant 180. "Holy shit -"She held up a hand. "I am going to think now. Very hard, for a long time. You will be as quiet as possible while I do." She got up from the computer, went to the bed, and lay down. "Think yourself, or read, or play games with the headphones on, or go Topside if you like." She clasped her hands on her belly, closed her eyes and appeared to go to sleep
— Spider Robinson, The Free Lunch
The expression e=mc2 is the ultimate statement in bounce per ounce.
— Nigel S. Hey
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
— Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid
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, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Guys always think tears are a sign of weakness. They’re a sign of FRUSTRATION. She’s only crying so she won’t cut your throat in your sleep. So make nice and be grateful.
— Donna Barr
A broken heart bleeds tears.
— Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.
— Lois Lowry, Messenger
Give them back! Give my tears back, right now——with interest!!
— Natsuki Takaya
My body needs laughter as much as it needs tears. Both are cleansers of stress.
— Mahogany SilverRain, Ebony Encounters: A Trilogy of Erotic Tales
My eyes were glued on lifeand they were full of tears.
— Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings
She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Here is to the nights we felt alive, here is to the tears you knew youd cry, here is to good bye, tomorrow is going to come to soon.
— Eve 6
If we didn't have strong feelings, how could we love or fight? When our flesh is cut, we bleed. When our heart is broken, we cry. There's nothing wrong with that. It only becomes a problem when it gets in the way of what you have to do. You can't crumble when others are counting on you.
— Robert Liparulo, Watcher in the Woods
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend tokeep.
— Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams
Laugh now, cry later.
— Erma Bombeck, The Grass Is Always Greener over the Septic Tank
A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Aura," he whispered, "I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'dfeel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.
— Jeri Smith-Ready, Shade
Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
When Magnus looked at Imasu, he saw Imasu had dropped his head into his hands."Er," Magnus said. "Are you quite all right?""I was simply overcome," Imasu said in a faint voice.Magnus preened slightly. "Ah. Well.""By how awful that was," Imasu said.Magnus blinked. "Pardon?""I can't live a lie any longer!" Imasu burst out. "I have tried to be encouraging. Dignitaries of the town have been sent to me, asking me to plead with you to stop. My own sainted mother begged me, with tears in her eyes - ""It isn't as bad as all that - ""Yes, it is!" It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavor now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in the lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death. The townspeople believe that you and I are performing arcane magic rituals - ""Well, that one was rather a good guess," Magnus remarked." - using the skull of an elephant, an improbably large mushroom, and one of your very peculiar hats!""Or not," said Magnus. "Furthermore, my hats are extraordinary.""I will not argue with that." Imasu scrubbed a hand through his thick black hair, which curled and clung to his fingers like inky vines. "Look, I know that I was wrong. I saw a handsome man, thought that it would not hurt to talk a little about music and strike up a common interest, but I don't deserve this. You are going to get stoned in the town square, and if I have to listen to you play again, I will drown myself in the lake.""Oh," said Magnus, and he began to grin. "I wouldn't. I hear there is a dreadful monster living in that lake."Imasu seemed to still be brooding about Magnus's charango playing, a subject that Magnus had lost all interest in. "I believe the world will end with a noise like the noise you make!""Interesting," said Magnus, and he threw his charango out the window."Magnus!""I believe that music and I have gone as far as we can go together," Magnus said. "A true artiste knows when to surrender.""I can't believe you did that!"Magnus waved a hand airily. "I know, it is heartbreaking, but sometimes one must shut one's ears to the pleas of the muse.""I just meant that those are expensive and I heard a crunch.
— Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
— Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark
To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.
— Anne McCaffrey, Nerilka's Story
I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?
— Louise Erdrich, The Round House
It's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start
— Ron Rash, Serena
Nick shook his head and found to his surprise that he did have tears left after all. He wasn't surprised by a talking cat. The world was crumbling around him and anything could happen.
— Garth Nix, Abhorsen
And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?
— Jodi Thomas, To Kiss a Texan
If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?
— Tyra Lynn, Tempus
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.
— Janice Galloway, The Trick Is to Keep Breathing
And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried,Too fearful that you should not please.I loved you better for your fears,I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears,I kiss'd away before they fell.
— Alfred Tennyson
I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back. 
— Philip Levine
But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.
— Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams
But laugh?" He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. "Here lives laugh." He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. "Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy.""Also cry?" I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger."Also cry." He put his hand on his own belly. "Ha ha ha," he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. "Huh huh huh," he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. "Same place. Not healthy to push down.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
The times when you want to cry are when you have to try your hardest. That's why I decided I'll cry in general. Then, when I have to shed tears for a time when I really want to cry, my tears would have run dry
— Jacuzzi Splot - Baccano
Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells.“Hello, gorgeous.”She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. “Hey, handsome.
— Nora Roberts, Chasing Fire
There was no point in tears outliving eyes, so she let them fall.
— Sarah Winman, A Year of Marvellous Ways
I am no fun at all. In fact, I am anti-fun. Not as in anti-violence, but as in anti-matter. I am not so much against fun - although I suppose I kind of am - as I am the opposite of fun. I suck the fun out of a room. Or perhaps I'm just a different kind of fun; the kind that leaves on bereft of hope; the kind of fun that ends in tears.
— David Rakoff, Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never-Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems
How do you want us to tune the lens and our eyes are filled with tears
— Ahlam Mosteghanemi
Truth about tears is that , most tears are the result of a delusion
— Pop Samuel
The end of an delusion is invariably sadness or tears
— Pop Samuel
If one day I was taken away...would you wait for me to come back?"Concerned moved across his face. "Where are you going?""Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else.""No."I swallowed and blinked back tears."I'd go after you," he said.
— Kelly Parra, Invisible Touch
I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left.
— Melina Marchetta, Quintana of Charyn
To my embarrassment, I was crying again. Real girl tears for the second time, these ones born out of frustration. That didn't happen to me very often, but I hated it when it did. It was faulty wiring in the female body, tear ducts attached directly to the frustration meter. Trying to explain to men that no, I wasn't being manipulative, I just couldn't stop my eyes from leaking salt water, only added to the aggravation.
— C.E. Murphy, Demon Hunts
Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
— Homer, The Iliad
Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.
— Charles Darwin, The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat. 
— Mary Woronov, Swimming Underground: My Years in the Warhol Factory
Keesha looked at me for a long time. "I did leave you alone. We all did. But you didn't get better. You didn't stop. You're still doin' all your weird shit. And I think it's time to stop.""You think it's time to stop!" I exploded, and lunged at her with my hands outstretched. I pushed her real hard. She almost fell down. "I don't care what time you think it is!" I screamed. "Do you think I want to do this! Do you think I like it?""You pushed me!""Yeah. So what?""You're so afraid of being interrupted that you pushed me!""I'm not scared of being interrupted, you jerk! I'm . . . I'm scared . . . I'm scared of being." I crumpled into a ball and sat down where I was standing. I sat on a crack. Unevenly."Who are you anymore, Tara?"Tears spilled over my frozen lashes and disappeared across my cheekbones. I had never felt so defeated. "I don't know.
— Terry Spencer Hesser, Kissing Doorknobs
In all that I saw, I was satisfied, for I could dance in the drops of water, laugh with the laps of joyous tears, and sing to the songs of streaming senses.
— Kayla Severson, Nature's 1st Gem Is Green
What is the weight of a tear? The single tear falls when the buckets have stopped, when dry eyes and a slightly raised chin sometimes let it slip, like a prayer. It carries the weight of a lifetime.
— Wendy Murray, Facing Forward
…have poets write about you as if you are alive. Scientifically, it is absolutely true, you are alive. You have a pulse, the waves, and a metabolism, the food chain. A personality, a character, a consciousness, and a sense of purpose…try this- turn into spray, spin rainbows…wear down entire mountains and dump them in layers…gently surround marina sea grass twice a day, protecting and feeding thousands of crabs, ducks, and geese…fill human eyes with warm salt brine at least once a month… Becoming Water
— Susan Zwinger, The Last Wild Edge: One Woman's Journey from the Arctic Circle to the Olympic Rain Forest
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there — tears, ay Mother! Or maybe they were in my own eyes.
— Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
I was all too aware that there's an unspoken law that you should never start to cry if you have too many reasons to do so. I told myself that my tears were due tot he cold, and I believed myself.
— Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel
Tears are a wonderful thing. They cleanse the eyes and the heart. Thanks to our tears we can better see the world and our friends.
— Robin Sacredfire
My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.
— J.A. ANUM
All the tears which we creatures shed for Him are not tears as many think but pearls....
— Jalaluddin Rumi, The Rumi Collection
Every teardrop that falls from your chin, God will catch in the palms of His hands!
— John M Sheehan
Through my sudden tears, the train lights smeared like shooting stars. Lying before the rippling blue window, below the slurred lights of the world above, it was as if we were underwater.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
Then his tears came once more, and feeling cold he went into his dressing-room to look for something to throw around his shoulders. But he had lost control of his hand so that it moved like a brainless creature and completely failed to carry out the small mathematical operation which consisted, because the inside of the wardrobe was dark, in fumbling a way through the different velvets, silks and satins of his mother's outmoded dresses which, since she had given up wearing them, for many years, she had put away in this piece of furniture, until it could feel the wooden jamb, far back, which separated these garments from his own, and, on reaching the second rough-surfaced coat, to take it from the hanger from which it depended. Instead, it tore down the first piece of fabric it encountered. This happened to be a black velvet coat, trimmed with braid, and lined with cherry-coloured satin and ermine, which, mauled by the violence of his attack, he pulled into the room like a young maiden whom a conqueror has seized and dragged behind him by the hair. In just such a way did Jean now brandish it, but even before his eyes had sent their message to his brain, he was aware of an indefinable fragrance in the velvet, a fragrance that had greeted him when, at ten years old, he had run to kiss his mother—in those days still young, still brilliant and still happy—when she was all dressed up and ready to go out, and flung his arms about her waist, the velvet crushed within his hand, the braid tickling his cheeks, while his lips, pressed to her forehead, breathed in the glittering sense of all the happiness she seemed to hold in keeping for him.
— Marcel Proust, Jean Santeuil
We are all watching and not knowing what to do because when grown-ups cry, it's not like you can ask them what's wrong, or tell them to shut up; there are just no words for a grown-up's tears.
— NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names
I have shed many tears.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Laughter is like crying.
— Lisa Renee Jones, No in Between
It is ludicrous why we human beings try so hard to conceal our tear. We fail to fathom that the more we camouflage our tears, the more we escalate the burden of grief in our heart. It is simple and wise to let the burden of grief metamorphose into tears and flow from our eyes.
— Purba Chakraborty
The thing about tears is that they can be as quiet as a cloud floating across the desert sky.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life
Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. “You’re mine,” I breathed.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Tears are not a mark of weakness.They just prove that your heart is alive.
— Drishti Bablani, Wordions
Tears are kind of like urine. There is only so long you can hold them in.
— Julie Buxbaum, Tell Me Three Things
Then you go ahead and cry, " Will said. That ended my weeping. Had he asked me not to cry, I would not have been able to stop, but his permission somehow quit my tears.
— Kathleen Grissom, The Kitchen House
When a human's tears dry up forever, they transform into a monster
— Kohta Hirano
And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
— Cisneros Sandra
Does life teach us anything more, I wondered, than not to cry over all there is to cry about?
— Howard Spring, All the Day Long
You okay?”It’s a residential street, but it’s not the street of the party.I shake my head no.“Are you going to be okay?” he asks.I lean back, resting my head against the seat, and close my eyes. “I miss her.
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
I don’t want to...be like this,” I whispered as I looked away, and once I said it, I didn’t even want to take the words back. A weird sensation hit me, almost like...like relief. That didn’t make sense. Or did it? “I don’t like who I am.”My gaze returned to his, and the concern was still there, filling his hazel eyes and thinning out his mouth. Tears crawled up the back of my throat. Humiliating actually, to admit something so intimate like that, but now I wasn’t the only one who knew this about myself. It wasn’t my secret.“It’s okay. You’re not going to feel that way forever.” Rider smoothed his thumb along my jaw. I closed my eyes, wanting to believe him. Needing to. He kept his voice low as he spoke. “Nothing lasts forever, Mouse.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
Tears don’t make you a girl, but they sure make you human.
— Mansi Tejpal
Lying there, feeling safe in his tight embrace, a tear escaped my resolute eye and darkened his purple shirt. I usually do not cry when I am afraid, but invariably did when I felt safe and cocooned, like I felt in the confines of his strong, sure arms.
— Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini
Tears are not thorns.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
When she came back down, Sam and Astrid had arrived.Sam hugged Dekka, and the two of them stayed that way for a long time, saying nothing. Both had loved Brianna.To Edilio, Sam said, “I’m so sorry, man. I wish I’d . . . You know what I wish.”Edilio fought back a fresh rush of tears, nodded, waited until he was sure he could speak, and said, “I’m glad you’re back, boss.
— Michael  Grant, Light
Elizabeth nodded, looking too dejected to do much more. “Can she just go back to him?” she pleaded. “He’s dying. She’s dying. They can’t have a life together, but at least they could have th
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
Nothing is less trustworthy than a woman's tears.
— Wataru Watari, やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている 1
Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and shacking up with a German assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go,' she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.
— Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle
A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.
— Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina
I sob and clutch my stuffed bunny. Nick leaps up on my bed and squashes his body against mine, nuzzling my face with his muzzle until I lift it enough for him to lick away my tears.While the pixie rages downstairs, I wrap my arms around Nick’s furry body and cry into him. My shoulders quake from the effort of it. He whimpers once or twice and tries to lick my face some more, but mostly he watches the door, and eventually I stop with the pathetic sobbing stuff and just keep crying.
— Carrie Jones, Need
Writing is Like waking on Water, Seems not possible at all, But Only person Understand Who Feel the Walking Sound of Tears while felling from Eyes
— Yaganesh Derasari
She still held back her tears, as if subjecting herself to some terrible endurance test.
— Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
He didn’t mind Drake so much. Drake was a creep.It was the girl who made Orc want to cry.She was a monster. Like Orc. Begging for death. Begging for someone to let her go to her Jesus.Kill me, kill me, kill me, she begged every day and every night.Orc took a deep swig.Tears seeped from his human eyes and fell into the rocky crevices of his face.
— Michael  Grant, Plague
Tears are not a mark of weakness. They are Just a proof that your heart is alive.
— Wordions
The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the ocean.
— Isak Dinesen
Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.
— Kathy MacMillan, Sword and Verse
Stop it," Chance says out loud, angryraw, scornful voice that she hardly recognizes, "Jesus, just fucking stop it," but she's crying again, and her eyes burn, and she's so goddamn sick of the sound, the smell and saltbland flavor of her own useless tears.
— Caitlín R. Kiernan, Threshold
Tears are a cleansing shower for the soul.
— Anne Macksey Reese
When she felt the tears coming up, building like a great hard pressure inside her, hot, so hot she thought they would burn, she swallowed them down deeper and deeper until they became a hard little stone in her chest.
— Francine Rivers, Amor redentor
God will hear your cry even when your voice can't shout out loud unto him. He will see your tears even when can no longer shed any.
— Gugu Mona
These are the winter's people, he reminded himself. Tears froze upon your cheeks where they come from.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
You tell anyone I cried, I'll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.""Fair enough.
— Pierce Brown, Morning Star
only the gentlest hands can brush away tears
— John J. Geddes
...The sea... some have said is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.
— Lemony Snicket, The End
Hearing those words, I instinctively turn to my new keeper, regretting it, because for only the third time in my entire existence, tears are streaming down my cheeks.
— Giselle Simlett, Girl of Myth and Legend
I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It’s a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It’s one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn’t for his hold, I’d drop like a house of 
— Katie McGarry, Breaking the Rules
Tears are curious things, for like earthquakes or puppet shows they can occur at any time, without any warning and without any good reason.
— Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity.
— Veronica Roth, Insurgent
Tears wash away the soot of indifference.
— Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Don't let one shade tears for u, wen they go from your life,u will be left with those tears in your eyes.
— Debolina Bhawal
When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t cry.
— Beth Revis, The Body Electric
Cuban eyes often look close to tears. Tears never seem far away because both their pain and their joy are always so close to the surface.
— Brin-Jonathan Butler, The Domino Diaries: My Decade Boxing with Olympic Champions and Chasing Hemingway's Ghost in the Last Days of Castro's Cuba
With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Selected Poems
Breakups can be sad, but sometimes tears are the price we pay for a freedom we need.
— Steve Maraboli
I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn't crying.
— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
Grandma; it was to grandma I truly wanted to have returned, but she was no more. I could only remember the day she died. The tears mother shed on me, as if I was going to face a more difficult world than any other member of our family. Pg.100
— Obehi Peter Ewanfoh, Still Owing Me Goodbye
Oh, devil, devil!If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.Out of my sight!
— William Shakespeare
Elizabeth’s tears had wrung my heart: I longed to enfold her in my arms, to comfort her, but I knewit would be infamous indeed to take such advantage of her distress.
— Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy
...tears and rain are the same thing, they're meant to wash you clean and make you grow. If you don't let them out, you'll drown inside.
— Celeste De Blasis, The Tiger's Woman
Tears dont show in rain but you feel them
— J. Yates
Have you ever noticed,” he said, stirred now by this vision of domestic bliss that was beyond his reach, and shocked earlier that evening to find himself crying in the subway on his way home from a client, “that gay people secrete everything in each other’s presence but tears?
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.
— Cindy McCormick Martinusen
I've turned my tears into prayers
— Charmaine J.Forde
Every year, when we finished Gatsby, I read the last page aloud. Also, every year, I wept... I almost looked forward to it. Crying once a year is probably necessary... it was involuntary, almost external, like being rained on, a nourishment, and it made me glad that I could feel that deeply, or had once.
— Holly LeCraw, The Half Brother
That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.
— Natalya Vorobyova
When he let go of Clary, he turned and hugged Jace. Clary watched, tears running down her face.
— Cassandra Clare, Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy
Let us also acknowledge that the hearts which suffer the most from our wars are those of mothers. Their vital voices have been left out of the political equation for too long. An Iraqi or American mother cries the same as an Israeli or Afghan mother. The eyes of a mother who has suffered the loss of a child can destroy the soul of anyone who gazes upon them. More souls become casualties of war than physical bodies.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Tears are infinitely more precious than blood. Blood spurts from the body
—  tears stream from the soul.
The Rain Falls Because sky can no longer handle its heaviness..Just like Tears,It falls because the heart can no longer handle the pain.. !
— Dinesh Kumar Biran
People were dumped all the time and their tears did not swallow dry land.
— Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession
[B]eauty is one of the things that make you cry and so maybe beauty is always tied up in tears.
— Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
Greatest quality of money is whether coming or going leave tears in the eyes of beholder.
— Kishore Bansal
Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.
— Anthony Liccione
Her head had turned quickly away...Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.
— Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
How many secrets you can save?How many tears you can endure?How many fakes smiles can give?When all you want is tell the truth,shed all tears savedand stop giving false smiles.
— Kat Unda
We are all running towards a destination which doesn't exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a lesson we are better off without. Every knife stabs a little deeper than we deserve. Every bruise stays a lot longer than it is meant to. Encumbered by forceful lessons of life we fight for the air of elation from the breaths we take to covert them into the moments of our real existence. Everything starts with life's tyrannical dominance and ends with our impelled submissiveness. We are the puppets of external circumstances and still we believe it's all on the inside. We should be laughing at our plight, someone has framed it with such sublimity. But all we do is ache at every shred of it because that's what keeps it alive.
— Abhita Jain
I want to be done with tears, and the day is too beautiful for them anyway. Nevertheless, I consider my tears for a moment, the idea of them, a link to the earth’s ancient origins. I’m comforted by the notion that I carry a bit of the sea within myself wherever I go. It’s nice to think that water is not such an exotic thing after all.
— Denise Getson
The tears creat havoc which stays on the eyelid .
— Kishore Bansal
Few tears are just the memoirs of indication, what you will go through in near future...
— Amit Aarav
One day when I die, I will take your tears in me; as provision for my long journey to the gods.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann
I may not have wings, but my hands do a better job in wiping away the tears anyway.
— Hillary Wen, Hildy Wen
People are not always very tolerant of the tears which they themselves have provoked.
— Marcel Proust, The Captive & The Fugitive
When the rain is on my lipsAnd I shiver from the coldThinking about lifeIts ups and downsAnd being a melancholicI take a noteOf the nature's crying its tearsMaking the day seem gray And unexcited But how much life the rain bringsTo what is hidden beneath the surfaceSo whenever I cry And the cold of people's wordsOr actionsCausing me shiverI vision myself standing in the rainBringing my roots to lifeI am not afraid anymoreOf getting soaking wetI stand my ground! But please natureDon't let me drown, make me beautiful!
— Veronika Jensen
A beadlet dribbles down her cheek to wake a wet remembrance where the insincere took hold to empty forth her wounded heart.
— Ronald H Peat
I have nothing to hide except for the fact i'm broken inside.
— Ejieh B.
Sometimes you want to cry but the tears deceive you, but at other, you just want to hold the tears but they disobey you.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
Witnessing a selfless act brings tears to remind us how we should be treating others.
— Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
It was ridiculous, at times, how many tears one body could produce.
— Aimee Bender, The Color Master: Stories
The Jinmoti of Bozlen Two kill the hereditary ritual assassins of the new Yearking's immediate family by drowning them in the tears of the Continental Empathaur in its Sadness Season.
How could a soulmate not hear the heart beats, not smell the tears of a lover, however far he is from her?
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
MORE THAN ONCE I'VE AWAKENED WITHTEARS RUNNING DOWN MY CHEEKS.I HAVE HAD TO THINK WHETHERI WAS CRYING OR WHETHER ITIS INVOLUNTARY, LIKE DROOLING.
— Jenny Holzer
For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear.
— Anthony Liccione
He saw tears rimming her blue eyes, tears that washed away Drizzt's anger, that told him that what had happened between himself and Catti-brie had apparently not been so deeply buried. The last time they had met, on this very spot, they had hidden the questions they both wanted to ask behind the energy of a sparring match. Catti-brie's concentration had to be complete on that occasion, and in the days before it, as she had fought to master her sword, but now that task was completed. Now, like Drizzt, she had time to think, and in that time, Catti-brie had remembered."Ye're knowing it was the sword?" she asked, almost pleaded.Drizzt smiled, trying to comfort her. Of course it had been the sentient sword that had inspired her to throw herself at him. Fully the sword, only the sword. But a large part of Drizzt - and possibly of Catti-brie, he thought in looking at her - wished differently. There had been an undeniable tension between them for some time, a complicated situation, and even more so now, after the possession incident with Khazid'hea.
— R.A. Salvatore, Siege of Darkness
Tears are for happiness.
— Marjorie Agosín, I Lived on Butterfly Hill
Books can break a man open, even ones about a panda, maybe especially so.
— Gregory Sherl, Ab morgen ein Leben lang
I don't wanna be the joker who makes eyes full of tears in the end
— Ags Orachimaruu
There is very hard bonding between Tears and Rain, often both falls together in Happiness and in Pain'' -Samar Sudha
— Samar Sudha
I sit, but I'm still stiff as a board. My hands are clenched tight, as if I'm holding my tears in my palms and if I loose my grip, they'll come tumbling out.
— Lauren Morrill, Being Sloane Jacobs
Sometimes we believe in miracles, and stars fall from the sky, as if the moon had poured his tears in gold.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann
All my trapped tears are in there like poison, but I can't let them out.
— Sarah Rubin, Someday Dancer
I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly.
— Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
Tears are only for those who care to see you sad
—  a badly broken heart never cries.
Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing but a library of all tears in history.
— Lemony Snicket, The End
I had feared that if I opened the floodgates I would drown. But as the waves crashed over me, I was not consumed, I was swept up, washed, my soul blanketed with blessed relief.
— Amy Harmon, A Different Blue
She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!
— François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux
Whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention. They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are, but more often than not God is speaking to you through them of the mystery of where you have come from and is summoning you to where, if your soul is to be saved, you should go next.
Clean your tears and stop crying
—  you are not the only one with a broken heart.
The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down.
— Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs
It pierced the heart...and there was blood all around...soaking his hands in it, he tried wiping her tears...
— Anushka Bhartiya
Tears are valuable, but when they touch the ground they are no more different than urine.
— M.F. Moonzajer
I love you, Esmeralda,” he said.“I love you, too,” she whispered back, and he couldn’t help smiling. At least he would die with those words in his ears.
— JL Bryanyan
If love and death did not exist, tears would not exist as well!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Tears won’t help me right now. They’ll just make me weaker.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
The night I started playing your CD out loud for you, instead of playing it through my headphones?"Now this made my eyebrows rise. "You listened to it before that night?""Every night. I've listened to it every single night since you gave it to me.
— Kimberly Lauren, Beautiful Broken Rules
I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing pathetically. The weakness in her tears infuriates me.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
I had survived the work gangs in the ghetto. Baked bread under cover of night. Hidden in a pigeon coop. Had a midnight bar mitzvah in the basement of an abandoned building. I had watched my parents be taken away to their deaths, had avoided Amon Goeth and his dogs, had survived the salt mines of Wieliczka and the sick games of Trzebinia. I had done so much to live, and now, here, the Nazis were going to take all that away with their furnace!I started to cry, the first tears I had shed since Moshe died. Why had I worked so hard to survive if it was always going to end like this? If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have let them kill me back in the ghetto. It would have been easier that way. All that I had done was for nothing.
— Alan Gratz, Prisoner B-3087
I am sure of this: I am not crying. It is just that stupid drops of water that comes out of my eyes, now and then.
— Saravana Kumar Murugan
Tears have the value of gold on the scales of the human heart' and the weights do not ask whether it is found or stolen gold, or whether you had to sweat in the digging.
— Ferenc Molnár, Prisoners
Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me the value of my thorns. Show me how I have climbed to You through my path of pain. Show me that it is through my tears that I have seen rainbows.
— George Matteson
As to the other three, if they had been perfection they would not have been real girls, and you could not have wept over their trials and laughed over their pleasures.
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
I cried for her , But not now because my tears become so dried and my heart becomes so solid..... But still loves her with this solid heart But don't know why still eyes are wet while i am writing this quote. :(
— Amardeep Singh
I shall have to go. But-" and here Frodo looked hard at Sam- "if you really care about me, you will have to keep that DEAD secret. See? If you don't, if you even breathe a word of what you've heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass snakes." Sam fell on his knees, trembling. "Get up, Sam!" Said Gandalf. "I have thought of something better than that. Something to keep you quiet, and punish you properly for listening. You shall go away with Mr. Frodo!"  "Me, sir!" cried Sam, springing up like a dog invited for a walk. "Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!" he shouted, and then burst into tears.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
These tears are proof that there is love in the world. Tears are only bitter when we cry selfishly for ourselves. When we deny and forget the sweet love that tears are made of. When we let sorrow turn to anger. When people cry for each other, it is a good thing. Always remember that you are a human being, connected to all other human beings. When you cry for others you are opening your heart to God, who must see what we do and weep for us, too, for the suffering we cause to one another and to ourselves.
— Nafisa Haji, The Sweetness of Tears
When you're crying, your tears may be watering the seeds of your come-back.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Failure to shed tears is a failure to live life fully. And the one thing that life requires of us all is to live it. Never be embarrassed by your ability to be alive.
— Amy Neftzger, The Orphanage of Miracles
I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me.
— Maryrose Wood, The Poison Diaries
...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
It was easy to conjure him up this morning, when everything was quiet and still. A little, ginger-bearded man; she had been taller than him by half a head. She had never felt the slightest physical attraction towards him. 'What was love, after all?' thought Parminder, as a gentle breeze ruffled the tall hedge of leyland cypresses that enclosed the Jawandas’ bigback lawn. Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?'I did love laughing', thought Parminder. 'I really miss laughing.'And it was the memory of laughter that, at last, made the tears flow from her eyes. They trickled down her nose and into her coffee, where they made little bulletholes, swiftly erased. She was crying because she never seemed to laugh anymore (...).
— J.K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy
Each pain is Unbearable / yet TriflingSeeing the TRUTH is Excruciating / yet ExquisiteThrough Laugher & Tears / Grinning & Fear, we face our demons.
— Jay Woodman
Tears will not fill your stomach; Tears will not bring kindness. If you have time to shed tears, laugh; someone will be willing to look at a hearty smile more then a tear soaked sponge.
— Reiko Saibara
Lonesome tearsI can't cry them anymoreI can't think of what they're forOh they ruin me every timeBut I'll try to leave behind some daysThese tears just can't eraseI don't need them anymoreHow could this loveEver turningNever turn its eye on meHow could this loveEver changingNever change the way I feelLazy sun your eyes catch the lightWith the promises that mightCome true for awhileOh I'll ride farther than I shouldHarder than I couldJust to meet you thereHow could this loveEver turningNever turn its eye on meHow could this loveEver changingNever change the way I feel
— Beck
Reward theory. Some people just aren't worth your tears.
— Janelle Carreon
I know the answer to improving Jess's condition doesn't lay in tears the answer is in sweat.
— JohnA Passaro, 6 Minutes Wrestling With Life
I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to be cold and numb.
— Sherman Alexie, Flight
For every laugh, there should be a tear.
— Walt Disney Company
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, Special Forces - Soldiers