Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

It took a lot of blood sweat and tears to get to where we are today but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

It is little men know of women their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

This land which we have watered with our tears and our blood is now our mother country and we are well satisfied to stay where wisdom abounds and gospel is free.

Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I should have cried at a couple of my own.

I made my drama teacher cry. I only took drama to get out of writing papers in English and the teacher was this thespian Broadway geek and here I was this Italian guy from Staten Island and I would put her in tears.

Remember me with smiles and laughter for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears then don't remember me at all.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.