A Quote by William Shakespeare

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. — © William Shakespeare
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Pity is for this life, pity is the worm inside the meat, pity is the meat, pity is the shaking pencil, pity is the shaking voice-- not enough money, not enough love--pity for all of us--it is our grace, walking down the ramp or on the moving sidewalk, sitting in a chair, reading the paper, pity, turning a leaf to the light, arranging a thorn.
Ah, children, pity level-crossing keepers, pity lock-keepers - pity lighthouse-keepers - pity all the keepers of this world (pity even school teachers), caught between their conscience and the bleak horizon.
Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share?
Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.
The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.
What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!' Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end, because he began his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.
Tear to a glass eye. Tear to a glass eye.
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
Eyes open wide, looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye.
Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle
Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.
Pity is not natural to man. Children are always cruel. Savages are always cruel. Pity is acquired and improved by the cultivation of reason. We may have uneasy sensations from seeing a creature in distress, without pity; for we have not pity unless we wish to relieve them.
Thank you for all the birthday wishes, it's brought a tear to my eye, and a boner to my pants.
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