He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
Don't weep for me; don't write any sob stories.
One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.
Onions can make even Heirs and Widows weep.
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.
Care for the living. I'll weep for the dead later. - Perrin Aybara
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
It's very simple, I just tell my sad story, and people weep.
The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Self-pity can make one weep, as can onions.
We must learn not to weep and to love what we have left.
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.
If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life.
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with!
The only thing man knows instinctively is how to weep.
Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
You are the honoured guest,
Do not weep like a beggar
For pieces of the world.
Weep for the lives your wishes never led.
But if i sit here and weep
I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
We weep for a bird’s cry, but not for a fish’s blood. Blessed are those with a voice.
Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
I don't have anybody to weep for me, except my mother.
What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
You need to open up your soul and have a weep-a-thon.
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