Tears Words Novels & Stories

“There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don’t let this break you.” They sat in the toilet, their arms around each other, their tears flowing freely, their hearts heavy with sorrow. They cried together, their sobs a symphony of pain and heartbreak, their tears a testament to the power of love, the pain of loss, the cruel nature of life. They stayed in the toilet for a long time, until their tears had dried, until their sobs had subsided, until their hearts had started to heal. They finally got up, their eyes puffy and red, their faces streaked with tears.

Luna The tears in my eyes dried as I wiped them away with the back of my hand, leaving behind a salty residue. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I let go of the emotions that had overwhelmed me. Forget it as if it were a beautiful dream—a week in paradise now shattered by reality.

sounded like two sharp, jagged stones being pronounced separately. “You said you’d come back last time, but you didn’t. The time before that too, you didn’t come back. You said it many times, but you never kept your word.” His lips trembled as he said “never kept my word.” The curve of his lower lip shifted from being tightly pressed together to a slight downward bend—a sign that he was about to cry. But his eyes didn’t shed tears. His tear glands were producing tears under the stress of his emotions, but the muscles around his eyes were resisting desperately, keeping the tears from flowing out.

"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.

I⁠ w​ipe‌d benea‍th⁠ my eyes,​ but th‌e t‍ear‌s kept comin⁠g. “I wasn’t suppose‌d to​ c⁠ry to‍day.” “You’⁠r⁠e all‌ow⁠ed t⁠o cry.” “I’ve cried en​ough lat⁠e‍ly.⁠” “Then⁠ thes‌e⁠ can b⁠e hap⁠‍py t‌ears.‍​” I looked at he‌r, and that‌ so‌‍me‍h‌ow ma‌d​‍e⁠ me cry⁠‌ ha​rder.

‘Tears are not a sign of weakness,’ my wolf encouraged. ‘Just because our mate doesn’t cry in front of other people doesn’t mean he’s immune to emotions. Our mate prefers to let his tears have no audience. We should learn to cry at the right time and know the difference between tears of strength weakening and tears of not giving up.’

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.

I used the back of my hands to wipe away my tears, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to compose myself. The skin around my eyes was puffy and sore, and I could feel the sticky trails of tears drying on my cheeks. “Thank you,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt inadequate, but I didn’t know what else to say. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and vulnerability, and I couldn’t understand why he was so quiet.

a tear cold down my left cheekbone, “I can't fail you, that's the truth.” I opened my vision, wiping my cheek. Throughout my entire life I have cried rarely and it is not that I considered crying to be a weak gesture. But because I have promised myself to shed tears for the right people. Tears are not always synonymous with sadness, because even when we are happy we cry, thanks to them we know that we are alive and that we have feelings. Tears are the manifestation of the soul through the eyes. “Big dad, if you can hear me, I need you to tell me if I'm doing the right thing, send me a sign.”

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."