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“The old - like children - talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!”

Knows Children Age Funny Secret Streets Cry Kissing Ears Aging Beloved Hopeless Multitudes Old People Elders Senior Citizen Aging And Wisdom

Author:Eugene O'Neill

“The tears of the compassionate are sweeter than dewdrops falling from roses on the bosom of the earth. Shut not thine ear, therefore, against the cries of the poor, neither harden thine heart against the calamities of the innocent.”

Heart Earth Fall Poor Compassion Cry Tears Ears Rose Innocent Compassionate Calamity Bosoms

Book:The Œconomy of Human Life: Translated from an Indian Manuscript, Written by an Ancient Bramin. To which is Prefixed, an Account of the Manner in which the Said Manuscript was Discovered. In a Letter from an English Gentleman Now Residing in China to the Earl of E****..

Source: The Œconomy of Human Life: Translated from an Indian Manuscript, Written by an Ancient Bramin. To which is Prefixed, an Account of the Manner in which the Said Manuscript was Discovered. In a Letter from an English Gentleman Now Residing in China to the Earl of E****..

“When the wind carries a cry which is meaningful to human ears, it is simpler to believe the wind shares with us some part of the emotion of Being than that the mysteries of a hurricane's rising murmur reduce to no more than the random collision of insensate molecules.”

Believe Humans Emotion Mystery Share Cry Wind Ears Meaningful Rising Carrie Hurricanes Molecules Collision

Book:Advertisements for Myself

Source: Advertisements for Myself

“Is not the real experience of each individual very limited? And, if a writer dwells upon that solely or principally, is he not in danger of repeating himself, and also of becoming an egotist? Then, too, imagination is a strong, restless faculty, which claims to be heard and exercised: are we to be quite deaf to her cry, and insensate to her struggles? When she shows us bright pictures, are we never to look at them, and try to reproduce them? And when she is eloquent, and speaks rapidly and urgently in our ear, are we not to write to her dictation?”

Ifs Writing Trying Looks Real Shows Individual Speak Strong Imagination Struggle Heard Cry Danger Becoming Ears Claims Faculty Restless Deaf Eloquent Dictation

Book:Jane Eyre

Source: Jane Eyre

“The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.”

Children Moments Eye Mother Wish Born Hours Cry Drink Ears Asking Presses Caught Grants Bosoms Infancy Cherubs

Author:Samuel Rogers

“Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.”

Ifs May Hands Political Politics Cry Arms Battle Ears Surprise Welcome Reach Out Umpires Receptive Battle Cry

Author:Che Guevara

“... the hey-day of a woman's life is on the shady side of fifty, when the vital forces heretofore expended in other ways are garnered in the brain, when their thoughts and sentiments flow out in broader channels, when philanthropy takes the place of family selfishness, and when from the depths of poverty and suffering the wail of humanity grows as pathetic to their ears as once was the cry of their own children.”

Source: Elizabeth Cady Stanton: As Revealed in Her Letters & Diary (Abridged)

“When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.”

Moments Born Four Blood Cry Grew Birth Walking Moon Devil Ears Wings Fishes Forests Flew Monstrous Parody Figs

Author:Gilbert K. Chesterton

“Even on days when every cinder in our soul feels cold, if we crawl to the Word of God and cry out for ears to hear, the cold ashes will be lifted and the tiny spark of life will be fanned. For 'the law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul.'”

Ifs Feels Soul Law Perfect Lord Cry Cold Ears Tiny Sparks Word Of God Ashes

Book:Desiring God, Revised Edition: Meditations of a Christian Hedonist

Source: Desiring God, Revised Edition: Meditations of a Christian Hedonist

“To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.”

Giving Looks Hands Eye Running Voice Born Audience Laughing Cry Color Brother Wind Hair Ears Praise Notes Legs Range Tone My Brother My Sister Smooth Damp Praise God Thank You God Daffodil

Book:DAYBREAK

Source: DAYBREAK

“I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.”

Heart Littles Moments Faces Hours Behinds Cry Tears My Heart Solitude Advantage Ears Noses Pillow Thrust Agitation

Author:Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else was present; the creature screamed in isolation. Cut off by - or despite - its outcry.”

Men Hands Sound Cutting Air Cry Painting Horror Creatures Mouths Ears Despite Bridges Isolation Covered Scream Echoes Oppressed Torment Twisted Ripple Howl Pears Inverted

Book:Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Source: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

“How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.”

People Knows Men Looks Answers Sky Cry Wind My Friends Ears Died Look Up One Man

Author:Bob Dylan

“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”

People Ends Enough Stories Bigs Eye Running Together Missing Cry Kissing Mouths Ears Hug Impatience Missing Someone Reunited

Book:Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel

Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel

“Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my ears, echoing and echoing the fearsome din of men screaming and crying as they meet the sharp ends of blades.”

Men Looks Doe Stills War Ends Beautiful Dies Cry Sorrow Ears Down And Green Rings Noise Warrior Grass Carpet Blades Emeralds Metallic Macabre

Author:Lisa Ann Sandell

“Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?”

Way Wells Sometimes Eye Cry Evolution Ears Accelerate

Book:Behind the Scenes at the Museum: A Novel

Source: Behind the Scenes at the Museum: A Novel

“I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one’s cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a death in the family.”

Kind Made Streets Cry Tears Ears Phones Cells Pretending Cell Phone Hysterical

Book:I Was Told There'd Be Cake

Source: I Was Told There'd Be Cake

“You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)”

Hands Faces Night Fall Walks Air Cry Baby Praying Skins Ears Presses Lays Calm Blow Moonlight Ribs

Author:Joyce Maynard

“She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.”

Whole Eye Faces Next Cry Kissing Mouths Ears Noses Her Eyes Eyebrows Foreheads Kissing Her

Book:THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

“A slow smile curved over my face, and I leaned down over him. "No," I said. "Wishes are lies. Tell me you're going to leave. Tell me you're not going to stay. Tell me that it's only for a while so I can enjoy today," I whispered in his ear, as if saying it louder would break me. "And when you go, don't think me cold when I don't cry. I can't cry anymore, Pierce. It hurts too much.”

Ifs Thinking Said I Can Today Faces Lying Wish Enjoy Hurt Break Too Much Cry Cold Ears It Hurts Pierce Enjoy Today

Author:Kim Harrison

“The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.”

Men Kind Stills Different Soul Enough Pain Turns Loss Grief Heard Cry Goodness Clothes Skins Ears Stranger Rage Good Man Grief And Loss Scar Pillow Detectives Deep Inside Badges

Author:John Connolly

“It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, “Peace! Peace!” — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”

“I've been noble since they took you to the hospital," he said through his teeth. "I'm tired of it. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I can't even work. I remember your voice moaning in my ear like the cry of the damned while I was having you," he bit off, bending to her mouth. "You couldn't get enough of me. You couldn't get close enough to me. Your face when I fulfilled you....I ache every time I think about it.”

Thinking Said I Can Enough Remember Faces Bits Voice Sleep Cry Mouths Ears Tired Noble Teeth Hospitals Your Face Fulfilled Ache I'm Tired Bending Moaning

Book:Lawless

Source: Lawless

“Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.”

Hands Eye Faces Young Felt Cry Kings Walking Ears Shining Worthy Warrior Grass His Eyes Lions Stable Jewels Solemn Bonfire Walking Forward Almost Love

Book:The Chronicles of Narnia Vol VII: The Last Battle

Source: The Chronicles of Narnia Vol VII: The Last Battle

“There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.”

“You put on such a brave front. But I know if I took another step toward you, you'd wet your pants." "With your blood." I brandished my knife. But I couldn't keep a straight face; the boast sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. I snickered. She laughed. The release of tension made me giddy, and soon I was laughing and crying.”

Ifs Knows Made Faces My Own Steps Laughing Blood Fronts Cry Ears Brave Ridiculous Release Tension Laughed Knives Pants Wet Boast Giddy Straight Face

Author:Maria V. Snyder

“Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.”

Heart Moments Father Belief Cry Beats Ears Ugly Bitter Complaints Distrust Benevolent Unbelief Howl Lament Good God

Book:One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

Source: One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

“She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn’t know, but the idea completely grossed me out. “In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries.” I wasn’t just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn’t fair.”

Knows Ideas Problem Dies Behinds Heard Cry Hair Fairs Ears Horrible Womb Maggots Banshees

Author:C.E. Murphy

“Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.”

Vision Heard Cry Tears Ears Blinders

Book:The Complete Poetry

Source: The Complete Poetry

“Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.”

Ifs Knows World Heart Long Sometimes Helping Care Moving Form Causes Difficult My Own Cry Tears My Heart Flow Ears Painful Warm Bitter Do You Know Torn Treasured No One Cares

Author:Tupac Shakur

“Marisa! Marisa!” The cry was torn from Lord Asriel, and with the snow leopard beside her, with a roaring in her ears, Lyra’s mother stood and found her footing and leapt with all her heart, to hurl herself against the angel and her daemon and her dying lover, and seize those beating wings, and bear them all down together into the abyss.”

Heart Together Mother Found Lord Dying Cry Bears Lovers Angel Ears Wings Snow Torn Abyss Roaring Leopards Snow Leopards

Book:The Amber Spyglass

Source: The Amber Spyglass

“Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.”

Heart Answers Silence Cry My Heart Mouths Ears Blind Filled Tongue Like Me Sat Gas Throat Cigarette Oxygen Blackness Ovens Do You Like Me

Author:Anne Sexton

“She did nothing to try to control the shakes that rattled her body,and didn't attempt to stop herself from crying. Tears left both of her eyes at the far corners,slipping out and flowing over her temples.Some landed in her ears. Some eased down her neck and were absorbed by the pillow.Others clouded her vision,as if they didn't want to leave home.”

Ifs Want Trying Home Body Eye Left Vision Cry Tears Ears Corners Necks Shakes Temples Her Eyes Pillow Slipping Clouded

Author:J.R. Ward

“Prayer is no fitful, short-lived thing. It is no voice crying unheard and unheeded in the silence. It is a voice which goes into God's ear, and it lives as long as God's ear is open to holy pleas, as long as God's heart is alive to holy things.”

Heart Long Voice Prayer Silence Alive Cry Holy Ears Unheard Short Lived

Book:Purpose in Prayer

Source: Purpose in Prayer

“The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears - as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.”

Love Heart Bigs Song Turns Voice Animal Cities Tree Cry Wind Bird Ears Filled Loved Ones Sidewalk City Life Big Cities Wind In The Trees

Book:Frank Lloyd Wright Collected Writings: 1949-1959

Source: Frank Lloyd Wright Collected Writings: 1949-1959

“Peace of heart that is won by refusing to bear the common yoke of human sympathy is a peace unworthy of a Christian. To seek tranquility by stopping our ears to the cries of human pain is to make ourselves not Christian but a kind of degenerate stoic having no relation either to stoicism or Christianity.”

Humans Heart Kind Christian Pain Common Christianity Cry Bears Ears Relation Sympathy Tranquility Stopping Stoicism Unworthy Degenerates Stoic Yoke Peace Of Heart

Author:Aiden Wilson Tozer