Pastoral Resources

Every therapeutic cure, and still more, any awkward attempt to show the patient the truth, tears him from the cradle of his freedom from responsibility and must therefore reckon with the most vehement resistance.

Racism tears down your insides so that no matter what you achieve, you're not quite up to snuff.

This land, which we have watered with our tears and our blood, is now our mother country, and we are well satisfied to stay where wisdom abounds and gospel is free.

Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.

Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers.

I recorded the song live in front of an orchestra, and yes, I was very moved, I was in tears.

I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.

Sensitive, responsive, eagerly welcomed everywhere, the drama, holding the mirror up to nature, by laughter and by tears reveals to mankind the world of men.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears form the eyes of woman.

I remember being in tears at the hospital after Chloe was born, at the thought that someday she would have to leave home.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.