If I were standing right beside her, I probably would have heard her heart breaking. It would have sounded like the cracking of a wooden bat connecting with a baseball. No, that was too clean of a break. It would have sounded like rain from a powerful thunderstorm pounding on a tin roof. Millions of drops relentlessly pounding away on the surface until it shattered into billions of tiny pieces. Pieces Emily couldn’t put back together by herself.
Pray without ceasing, say all you can to God and lay all your difficulties before him. He’ll take away your tears and make a way where there seems to be none. Wake up and do it!
Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. “What is mine, I intend to
Laugh now, cry later.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
You usually can’t recall all the people you’ve shared laughs with. But you rarely forget the people you’ve shared your tears with.
For every laugh, there should be a tear.
…these vignettes I sketch for you – what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears …
I don’t cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can’t stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I’d ever thought or felt or been.