His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
He who fears to weep, should learn to be kind to those who weep.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
He steps on stage and draws the sword of rhetoric, and when he is through, someone is lying wounded and thousands of others are either angry or consoled.
The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.
In art there are tears that lie too deep for thought.
Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.