Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.
When nature gave us tears, She gave us leave to weep.
Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else.
Never despair of a child. The one you weep the most for at the mercy-seat may fill your heart with the sweetest joys.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
I have far more reasons to rather disbelieve that a man besides me suffers when he cries, yet I have far more sentiments, than those great reasons, to instead weep for his, far less likely, sufferings.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.
If you live in a graveyard, you can't weep for everyone.
What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?
I foresee the time when the painter will paint that scene, no longer going to Rome for a subject; the poet will sing it; the historian record it; and, with the Landing of the Pilgrims and the Declaration of Independence, it will be the ornament of some future national gallery, when at least the present form of slavery shall be no more here. We shall then be at liberty to weep for Captain Brown. Then, and not till then, we will take our revenge.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Men take care not to make women weep, for God counts their tears.
People used to blush when they were ashamed. Now they are ashamed if they blush. Modesty has disappeared and a brazen generation with no fear of God before its eyes mocks at sin. We are so fond of being called tolerant and broadminded that we wink at sin when we ought to weep.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.