Quotes On Silent Tears Novels & Stories

Silent tears running down his bloodied cheeks. “I love you,” I whispered.

He said that they were to be pitied. That was why I had let them have my father while I became a pup with no father. I rubbed my eyes. They were dry, devoid of tears. Were people unable to shed tears after death?

“What do you know about love? A man like you. Cold and brooding surely knows nothing about love.” Zaydeen’s countenance dropped, like he was disappointed, but his eyes still burned with that quiet flame of desire. “I may not know about love, but I know for sure that this is not what you deserve.” The tears at the corner of my eyes slid down, and I blinked gently, looking away to control them, but I couldn’t help it because they kept coming down, sliding lower and lower. The tears weren’t loud. They were not the type that racked sobs around my throat. They were not the ones that required me to throw things, fall on the floor, and wallow, but they were the silent ones that had concealed all my

he said, voice no longer steady. “What did you do?” Tears fell. She whispered: “I tried to survive.” The silence fell hard and fast between them. And this time— It didn’t feel like it would be kind. “The truth doesn’t always arrive screaming. Sometimes, it just quietly breaks the world.”

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of every word settled like lead in my chest. Then the tears came. I bit my lip, turning away from the door as I buried my face in my hands. I didn't sob. Not the way I used to. These were the silent, exhausted tears of someone who had long stopped expecting kindness. Of someone who had survived too many conversations like that one. Of someone who—despite everything—was still standing. I’m still standing.

I immediately rushed to wipe it off but she shook her head. "Contrary to what everyone says, tears are not a sign of weakness. Instead it only means that you feel things deeply. Your life has not been the most perfect the past few years and only the blind would pretend like it didn't hurt him." Her words continued to stretch into my heart, twisting and turning, almost as though I was before a surgeon who was making a new heart.

Athena took them from his hand, placing them on the ground, she bent down to kiss the ground, and that is when her façade broke, and the tears touched the soil. How does one explain the loss of their parents? What would they do? Do they sob? Do they keep pushing through? Do they blame them for leaving their loved ones behind? Would they want one chance to give that one hug they missed the last time they saw them? You don’t need words; you need only silent tears. They say tears are silent prayers, unspoken words for God to listen to, but they don’t tell you that tears burn you when your wishes don’t come true.

"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 messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love." Washington Irving~ She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.

Mr Smith said to his retreating back. "Sure sir" he mumbled an acceptance and was gone before he found him faulty again. *** Sophia gazed at space. Everything looked blurry in her eyes, she thought she was losing her sight bit by bit until a hot tear fell on her wrist. She looked down at it and ticked it off. She wanted to cry, but there was no shoulder to lean on while she poured her heart out. She wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one trustworthy, or good enough for her to confide in, so she could only cry silently.