“Man makes one journey all his living days, Down through the realms of music and of art; Down through the halls of fame and glorious praise; Down through the tears and triumphs of the heart To some sweet woman waiting some place there. For her he builds his cities and makes war, Seeks gold and glorious wealth to store.” MenHeartArtWarWaitingWomenWealthCitiesJourneyTearsSweetFameGoldPraiseStoresTriumphRealmsGloriousHallsMen WomenHall Of Fame Author:John Updike
“In life's journey, you will meet all sorts of characters. Always remember, never shed a tear for the heartless, corrupt or insensitive.” HeartCharacterRememberJourneyTearsShedEncouragingHeartlessPeople In Your LifeMean PeopleWords Of EncouragementInsensitiveMeeting New PeopleHeartlessness Author:Krystal
“There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.” MadeEndsMomentsLightFacesLife IsTurnsHouseRealizingDoorsJourneyTearsTerribleMarkSeriesFingersShouldersStillness Author:Jenny Downham
“I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.” HandsJourneyTearsStrangeHeroLaughterUnseenHand In HandSurveysImmensityGogol Author:Nikolai Gogol
“in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night” DreamAmericaNightWalksDoorsJourneySeaTearsWesternHighwaysHowlCottagesDripping Book:Howl and Other Poems: Pocket Poets Number 4 Source: Howl and Other Poems: Pocket Poets Number 4
“Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?” WayTryingDreamEyePainPastRememberUsedNextLeftDarkSleepBehindsJourneyTearsSorrowAngelRiversDearEdgesFishesScalesHungryTeethSilverPoolJungleCrossingsVinesMuddyBitingDampJuanPanthersHazyDark Dreams Book:Beautiful Boys: Missing Angel Juan and Baby Be-Bop Source: Beautiful Boys: Missing Angel Juan and Baby Be-Bop