Tears

never told me what it means to work hard, when I was a freshman in high school and she explained her life story to me I knew that she was the definition of the kind of person I want to work hard to become. She explained to me without shedding a single tear, how she lost her husband and two sons. She explained to how she got the scars on her hands and the callus on her feet. She raised twelve kids all on her own and worked in the fields every day to provide what was necessary for them. At that…

*Slash* he feels the blade of the knife cuts through the first layer of his back's skin. He screeches in pain, and a single tear escapes his left eye. *Slash* another cut slices in the opposite direction on his flesh, which paints a bloody “X” on his back. He starts to feel streams of blood running down his thin sheet of skin out of the freshly sliced cuts and drenching his shirt with spots of blood. He restraints himself to look back, because another look at his mother would cost him his life.…

“Confusyd in hirself and hir owyn unstabylnes:” Plurality, Bricolage, and Infinite Regress in The Book of Margery Kempe There is a plurality of spiritual signifiers in The Book of Margery Kempe. We all know of Kempe’s “gift of tears,” of her ecstatic visions, her commitment to wearing white and creating a chaste marriage for herself. However irritating these signifiers may be, at first read the semiotics appear to be stable. Kempe cries readily when free association brings to mind the earthly…

teardrop is the softest of all the crying . The person 's eyes begin to water and pool up with tears until they finally spill over forming a gentle steam down 6he person 's…

I never once believed that we would be friends, and now sitting here writing as tears flow down my face. I wish I had more time, more memories to make. I know it 's going to hurt, and I am probably going to continue to cry. Some people you meet could be a total coincidence and others it may be fate. People come and go, some making an…

how discouraged my grandma was feeling about my uncle. As he talked to me a tear rolled down my check. When she got home my dad talked to her about it for a little bit. When I noticed how rough of shape my grandma was in I quickly grasped her and threw both of my arms around her giving her a gigantic hug. Squeezing tighter now I was able to feel her crying due to the hiccup like breaths taken between each tear. Tears then started to roll out of my eyes down my check and onto her navy blue…

Have you ever cried over something because it’s over? Think about it, many people spend enormous amount of their time crying over things because they lost something or it's not there anymore, but do people ever think about smiling because it happened? Frequently, people you talk to nowadays will complain about relationships ending, TV shows ending, friendships denouement, but not one person will say I’m happy because it was once mine. As Dr. Seuss once said, “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile…

trying not to make it visible. I close my eyes and Replayed the worst say of my life: "Mommy and daddy"! The little girl cried as she saw big wolves killing all the people she knew. Her mom and dad ran to her with her little brother and sister. Tears where running down her parents face as well. "Go child run baby run!" Her mother cried. She pushed a book bag in her hands and pushed them into the woods. "Baby run away with your brother and sister as fast as you can look for a big gray…

to go, let's get in the car.”I told my son, with fake happiness. “Is dad coming with us?”Adam questioned. “No honey, let's go home daddy can't come with us.”I said on the verge of tears. “How long will he be gone for?”Adam asked, sounding confused. “Adam I’m sorry to say this, Dad is going away forever.”I say as tears run down my cheek. “WHAT!!!!, no he promised he’d come back, he promised he doesn’t break a promise,” he says violently slamming his door.…

breaker : aaron cho date: october ninth, 2009 Agatha's heart first breaks into half in the first grade. It's still when she's small and chubby-cheeked, with an unfortunate bowl-cut resting on her head. But it's quite a shame that a six-year old heart has already broken in two. His name is Aaron Cho, and she, childishly, was sure that he was the love of her life. They sipped milk and chewed on stringy chicken tenders together and played with dinosaurs side by side and had nap time sleeping…