How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?
Jodi ThomasStichwörter: tears hope-die indurance
Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. “Hey, handsome.
Stichwörter: tears handsome gorgeous
Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine.
Susanna TamaroAura," he whispered, "I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'd
feel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.
Stichwörter: tears ghosts emotional
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
José N. HarrisStichwörter: strength pain love loss sadness hope tears grief grieving
If one day I was taken away...would you wait for me to come back?"
Concerned moved across his face. "Where are you going?"
"Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else."
"No."
I swallowed and blinked back tears.
"I'd go after you," he said.
That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.
Laurie R. KingStung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there — tears, ay Mother! Or maybe they were in my own eyes.
Deborah WheelerStichwörter: tears
Anna's eyes soften, and the stubborn tears begin to recede. The way she stands, the way she breathes, I know she wants to come closer. New knowledge fills up the air between us and neither of us wants to breathe it in.
Kendare BlakeStichwörter: knowledge tears awareness
Será que uma lágrima podia simbolizar a vida de um humano? De um ser? Nascer, percorrer o seu caminho, fazer as suas escolhas de vida, tomar desvios ou atalhos, para depois, chegar à ravina onde tudo acabava. Frágil ao ponto de qualquer coisa a puder impedir de continuar caminho, um obstáculo que põe fim a tudo. Seria assim a vida, tal como uma lágrima?
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