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i-believe-god-weeps-over-over-death-jesus-wept-at-grave-lazarus-in-bible-jesus-weeps-at-death-steven-curtis-chapman
harold-bloom-weeps-for-me-christian-bauman
he-who-laughs-worst-weeps-first-paul-haddad
nature-like-man-sometimes-weeps-from-gladness
beautiful-soul-weeps-deep-ivo-andric
he-must-have-a-truly-romantic-nature-for-he-weeps-when-there-is-nothing-at-all-to-weep-about
one-sometimes-weeps-over-ones-illusions-with-as-much-bitterness-as-over-death-guy-de-maupassant
faith-laughs-at-that-which-fear-weeps-over
nature-like-man-sometimes-weeps-for-gladness-benjamin-disraeli
he-who-laughs-at-everything-is-as-big-fool-as-he-who-weeps-at-everything-baltasar-gracian
one-weeps-not-save-when-one-is-afraid-that-is-why-kings-are-tyrants-marquis-de-sade
when-words-are-too-heavy-for-mouth-soul-weeps-in-agony-ikechukwu-izuakor
achilles-weeps-he-cradles-me-will-not-eat-nor-speak-word-other-than-my-name-madeline-miller
and-he-weeps-like-a-child-when-they-cheer-an-honest-boys-song
when-two-friends-have-common-bank-account-one-sings-other-weeps-proverb
i-do-not-want-friend-who-smiles-when-i-smile-who-weeps-when-i-weep-for-my-shadow-in-pool-can-do-better-than-that-confucius
i-do-not-want-a-friend-who-smiles-when-i-smile-who-weeps-when-i-weep-for-my-shadow-in-the-pool-can-do-better-than-that
there-are-three-things-that-are-not-to-be-credited-woman-when-she-weeps-merchant-when-he-swears-nor-drunkard-when-he-prays-barnabe-rich
a-bad-man-is-the-sort-who-weeps-every-time-he-speaks-of-a-good-woman
a-tree-weeps-when-cut-down-dog-howls-when-beaten-but-man-matures-when-offended-jose-saramago
oh-they-say-that-curiosity-killed-cat-and-i-know-that-satisfaction-brought-him-back-hey-finders-keeps-loser-weeps-i-want-to-know-al-b-sure
bitterly-she-weeps-at-night-tears-are-upon-her-cheeks-among-all-her-lovers-there-is-none-to-comfort-her-all-her-friends-have-betrayed-her-they-have-lamentations-12
my-body-weeps-to-live-when-you-make-me-believe-that-someday-i-will-be-dead-soul-sleepless-in-graveyards-bed-munia-khan
poetry-is-sister-sorrow-every-man-that-suffers-weeps-is-poet-every-tear-is-verse-every-heart-poem-marcandre-fleury
and-they-who-for-their-country-die-shall-fill-honored-grave-for-glory-lights-soldiers-tomb-beauty-weeps-brave-joseph-rodman-drake
the-difference-between-great-soul-ordinary-man-is-this-latter-weeps-while-leaving-this-body-whereas-former-laughs-death-seems-to-him-mere-play-sarada-devi
man-is-animal-who-weeps-laughs-writes-if-first-prometheus-brought-fire-from-heaven-in-fennelstalk-last-will-take-it-back-in-book-john-cowper-powys
the-blood-weeps-from-my-heart-when-i-do-shapein-forms-imaginary-th-unguided-daysand-rotten-times-that-you-shall-look-uponwhen-i-am-sleeping-with-my-william-shakespeare
the-sea-is-emotion-incarnate-it-loves-hates-weeps-it-defies-all-attempts-to-capture-it-with-words-rejects-all-shackles-no-matter-what-you-say-about-christopher-paolini
tell-her-this-and-more-that-king-seas-weeps-too-old-helpless-man-the-bustling-fates-heap-his-hands-with-corpses-until-he-stands-like-child-with-surplus-toys-stephen-crane
so-i-weep-as-jazer-weeps-for-vines-sibmah-o-heshbon-o-elealeh-i-drench-you-with-tears-the-shouts-joy-over-your-ripened-fruit-over-your-harvests-isaiah-169
fear-no-more-as-long-as-her-memory-surrounds-you-like-ghost-cry-no-more-as-long-as-she-weeps-for-you-like-willow-munia-khan
man-is-only-animal-that-laughs-weeps-for-he-is-only-animal-that-is-struck-with-difference-between-what-things-are-what-they-ought-to-be-william-hazlitt
sometimes-she-cries-when-shes-alone-at-night-sometimes-she-weeps-when-shes-feelin-cold-weak-sometimes-pain-it-just-tears-her-up-inside-sometimes-she-warrent
sometimes-she-cries-in-middle-night-sometimes-she-weeps-when-shes-feelin-cold-weak-sometimes-pain-oh-it-tears-her-up-inside-sometimes-she-cries-warrent
our-hearts-stone-become-hearts-flesh-when-we-learn-where-outcast-weeps-brennan-manning
swallowing-he-peered-down-at-noelle-floored-by-sheer-calm-reflecting-back-at-him-you-okay-babe-she-rolled-her-eyes-of-course-what-do-you-think-i-am-pansyass-damsel-who-weeps-at-f
alas-for-that-accursed-time-they-bore-thee-oer-billow-from-love-to-titled-age-crime-and-unholy-pillow-from-me-from-our-misty-clime-where-weeps-edgar-allan-poe
sometimes-she-cries-in-middle-night-sometimes-she-weeps-when-shes-feelin-cold-weak-sometimes-pain-oh-it-tears-her-up-inside-some-times-she-cries-warrent
but-hes-probably-had-long-long-day-shes-thinking-in-kitchen-while-she-weeps-putting-dinners-leftovers-away-as-he-stumbles-off-to-bed-then-to-sleep-two-gallants
im-blues-guy-at-heart-silly-music-isnt-generally-what-i-do-im-ill-cry-as-my-guitar-gently-weeps-kind-guy
excessive-sorrow-laughs-excessive-joy-weeps
within-this-raindrop-there-must-be-heart-heart-that-weeps-pain-longing-i-have-her-in-my-palm-where-silvery-rays-morn-reflect-beauty-whole-cosmos-i-kiss-her-with-all-my-yearning-p
the-sun-weeps-because-it-can-no-longer-caress-your-skin-warm-your-lips-he-sifted-his-fingers-through-my-hair-i-do-not-envy-sun-eva-but-i-truly-hate-moon-because-its-light-touches
behold-candle-how-it-gives-its-light-it-weeps-its-life-away-drop-by-drop-in-order-to-give-forth-its-flame-light-abdulbah
i-weep-for-you-as-jazer-weeps-o-vines-sibmah-your-branches-spread-as-far-as-sea-they-reached-as-far-as-sea-jazer-the-destroyer-has-fallen-on-your-jeremiah-4832
wart-meets-merlin-for-first-time-only-for-merlin-who-lives-backwards-its-last-time-the-old-wizard-weeps-boy-cant-understand-why-its-powerful-expression-gulf-between-ancient-young
I'm going to tell you something once and then whether you die is strictly up to you, " Westley said, lying pleasantly on the bed. "What I'm going to tell you is this: drop your sword, and if you do, then I will leave with this baggage here"-he glanced at Buttercup-"and you will be tied up but not fatally, and will be free to go about your business. And if you choose to fight, well, then, we will not both leave alive." You are only alive now because you said 'to the pain.' I want that phrase explained." My pleasure. To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye-" And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said. Wrong!" Westley's voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish-every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means that I leave you in anguish, in humiliation, in freakish misery until you can stand it no more; so there you have it, pig, there you know, you miserable vomitous mass, and I say this now, and live or die, it's up to you: Drop your sword!" The sword crashed to the floor.

William Goldman
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In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don't love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain't in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don't love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I'm talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I'm telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they'd just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver-love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

Toni Morrison
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the-jealous-sun-the-sunlight-whispers-in-my-ear-his-breath-warm-sultry-tease-i-shrink-duck-beneath-tree-my-eyes-squint-to-scan-horizon-for-glimpse-wind-but-there-are-no-ashen-rib
Some sleepers have intelligent faces even in sleep, while other faces, even intelligent ones, become very stupid in sleep and therefore ridiculous. I don't know what makes that happen; I only want to say that a laughing man, like a sleeping one, most often knows nothing about his face. A great many people don't know how to laugh at all. However, there's nothing to know here: it's a gift, and it can't be fabricated. It can only be fabricated by re-educating oneself, developing oneself for the better, and overcoming the bad instincts of one's character; then the laughter of such a person might quite possibly change for the better. A man can give himself away completely by his laughter, so that you suddenly learn all of his innermost secrets. Even indisputably intelligent laughter is sometimes repulsive. Laughter calls first of all for sincerity, and where does one find sincerity? Laughter calls for lack of spite, but people most often laugh spitefully. Sincere and unspiteful laughter is mirth. A man's mirth is a feature that gives away the whole man, from head to foot. Someone's character won't be cracked for a long time, then the man bursts out laughing somehow quite sincerely, and his whole character suddenly opens up as if on the flat of your hand. Only a man of the loftiest and happiest development knows how to be mirthful infectiously, that is, irresistibly and goodheartedly. I'm not speaking of his mental development, but of his character, of the whole man. And so, if you want to discern a man and know his soul, you must look, not at how he keeps silent, or how he speaks, or how he weeps, or even how he is stirred by the noblest ideas, but you had better look at him when he laughs. If a man has a good laugh, it means he's a good man. Note at the same time all the nuances: for instance, a man's laughter must in no case seem stupid to you, however merry and simplehearted it may be. The moment you notice the slightest trace of stupidity in someone's laughter, it undoubtedly means that the man is of limited intelligence, though he may do nothing but pour out ideas. Or if his laughter isn't stupid, but the man himself, when he laughs, for some reason suddenly seems ridiculous to you, even just slightly-know, then, that the man has no real sense of dignity, not fully in any case. Or finally, if his laughter is infectious, but for some reason still seems banal to you, know, then, that the man's nature is on the banal side as well, and all the noble and lofty that you noticed in him before is either deliberately affected or unconsciously borrowed, and later on the man is certain to change for the worse, to take up what's 'useful' and throw his noble ideas away without regret, as the errors and infatuations of youth.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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