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tears tables relief
I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I'm positive we won't get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave. Bret Easton Ellis
tears lines and-love
There's a fine line between heartbreak and love. It's a compliment when someone tells me my music put them in a place when where they were almost in tears. Chris Botti
tears pearls gains
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness. William Shakespeare
tears reason merriment
Nature's tears are reason's merriment. William Shakespeare
tears might lasts
I did not weep, and it pained me that i could not weep. But I had no more tears. And, in the depths of my being, in the recesses of my weakened conscience, could I have searched it, I might perhaps have found something like--free at last! Elie Wiesel
tears minutes duty
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice. Juvenal
tears cry misinterpretation
Don't shed no tears, no woman, no cry. Bob Marley
tears dry no-fear
Dry your tears, have no fears. Bob Marley
tears might looks
What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time. Dean Koontz
contagion knew urgent
Of all the problems which were open to me for study, typhus was the most urgent and the most unexplored. We knew nothing of the way in which contagion spread. Charles Jules Henry Nicole
contagion crises cursing grand suffers visible
Our contortions, visible or secret, we communicate to the planet; already it trembles even as we do, it suffers the contagion of our crises and, as this grand mal spreads, it vomits us forth, cursing us the while. Emile Cioran
contagion growing leaps
I think that this is a contagion that can't be stopped. It is growing by leaps and bounds. Armando Navarro
contagion flashy foul hungry lean mist pipes rank rot sheep songs wretched
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, / But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, / Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread. John Milton