A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green. — © Thomas Bailey Aldrich
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Blaire, This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you’ve shed over holding your mother’s piece of satin. The tears you’ve shed over each loss you’ve experienced. But it also represents the tears we’ve both shed as we’ve felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I’ve shed over the fact I’ve been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I’m humbled that you chose me. This is your something blue. I love you, Rush
Tears that are shed in time of affliction are rarely tears of penitence, but more likely they are shed out of self pity and pain or sorrow.
We must hide our tears from the One who sends them, from the One who has shed tears Himself and continues to shed them every day because of mans' ingratitude.
When Sondheim was visiting the Library of Congress, where the manuscript of 'Porgy and Bess' is housed, he was so overcome with emotion while holding the score in his hands that he shed a tear. He shed several tears, but one of the tears actually fell onto the original manuscript. And he was horrified.
Don't get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I'm curious whether that’s your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You know… like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because I’m so funny, and onions for all the tears you’ll shed after I leave.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
We all shed salty tears and shed red blood. All is one.
If one shed tears, they must be shed on one's pillow.
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.
We should not shed tears That is a surrender of the body to the heart It is only proof That we are beings that do not know What to do with out hearts
Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!
The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter-such health, such cheer, they afford forever! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all Nature would be affected, and the sun's brightness fade, and the winds would sigh humanely, and the clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if any man should ever for a just cause grieve.
The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.
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