They're not willing to admit that I've also shed blood and tears and often paid dearly for my success. This makes me feel extremely sad.

At that time I feel sad and I feel no one knows how hard I work and how many tears. They only know the score. At that time I feel very lonely because no one understands since they haven't been world No. 1 before.

Oh I am very weary Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping My heart is sick of woe.

The most efficient water power in the world - women's tears.

You have a lot of ups and downs in coaching especially but I can't remember any bad times at this point. I mean they're all good. A lot of tears when you lose a lot of down times but I can't remember any of them. They're all positive now. Even the bad times were good.

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently link by link with sweat and blood and tears.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

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

I want to make movies that pierce people's hearts and touch them in some way even if it's just for the night while they're in the cinema in that moment I want to bring actual tears to their eyes and goosebumps to their skin.

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process the dirt of it the tears of it the frustration of it Christmas Easter birthdays growth charts pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes or staring when you were in a fit of laughter would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

When we lose one we love our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

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

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.