Top 40 Hot Tears Quotes
#1. I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living
John Fante
#2. The quiet tenderness of Chaucer, where you almost seem to hear the hot tears falling, and the simple choking words sobbed out.
James Russell Lowell
#3. Who shall tell the lady's grief
When her Cat was past relief?
Who shall number the hot tears
Shed o'er her, beloved for years?
Who shall say the dark dismay
Which her dying caused that day?
Christina Rossetti
#4. It's moments like these as hot tears race each other down my cheeks, that I beg my heart to hate him.
But it's a damn fool because it never listens to me.
Ella Fields
#5. Hot tears rolled from Herschel's eyes and he wiped them away, afraid that they would drip through the boards and onto his father's unfeeling tormentors.
Bodie Thoene
#6. He tried to scream, but nothing would come out. All he wanted to be was home, safe with his ma and daddy. Hot tears streaked down his grime-covered cheeks.
The candle in his hand sputtered out, and the darkness took him into its cold and empty embrace.
Hunter Shea
#7. I vividly remember sixth grade. It's the year when kids turn mean, and it's definitely no longer okay to cry in public. So we force our hot tears back, and they burn our throats all the way down.
Lisa McMann
#8. His eyes locked with mine, and my breath caught at the raw longing and hope swirling in their gray depths. "You love me?" he asked hoarsely. Two hot tears ran down my face. "Yes." His mouth claimed mine with a fierce tenderness that made my heart want to explode in my chest.
Karen Lynch
#9. Quin lay down next to me and buried his face in my neck. I felt everything hidden and heavy inside him collapse in my arms. His hot tears joined with mine.
"I need you."
"I know," I answered.
Ellery A. Kane
#10. She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow.
Margaret Mitchell
#11. ...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind blew black leaves up off the ground and the sky turned colors like bruised flesh.
David Nickle
#12. But it felt good to cry, to let her shoulders shake, to feel the hot tears on her face, to taste their baby salt, to wipe snot all over the underside of her shirt.
Dave Eggers
#13. There is little for the great part of the history of the world except the bitter tears of pity and the hot tears of wrath.
Woodrow Wilson
#14. Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.
Jasinda Wilder
#15. I was on the verge of tears, so I turned and ran past the trailer and along the field road until I was safely out of their sight. Then I ducked into the cotton and waited for friendly voices. I sat on the hot ground, surrounded by stalks four feet tall, and I cried, something I really hated to do.
John Grisham
#16. There's nothing I find more sexy - more incredibly hot - than a strong, masculine man with tears in his eyes. You've no idea what you're doing to me, Grif.
Joseph Lance Tonlet
#17. I see on your cheek two tears which I know are hot as two sparks, and salt as two crystals of the sea.
Charlotte Bronte
#18. When she felt the tears coming up, building like a great hard pressure inside her, hot, so hot she thought they would burn, she swallowed them down deeper and deeper until they became a hard little stone in her chest.
Francine Rivers
#19. There was nothing normal or typical about our love. We should've been one hot mess of madness for all that we'd suffered, but just as a flower grows from the sky's tears, our love grew from pain. It blossomed in darkness and thrived with time.
Keri Lake
#20. You're my wife," he said, only inches away, his hot breath flickering over my lips. "You married me in Las Vegas two years ago."
"Yes."
"And I'm your husband."
I nodded, tears slipping out.
He gritted his teeth and growled out, "And this is us, consummating our marriage.
Elle Casey
#22. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.
J.K. Rowling
#23. I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized in tears, I can begin to carve out the rot inside of me.
Isaac Marion
#24. Life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom,
To shape and use.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#25. My eyes fill, hot with tears. Because, apparently, casual crying is just something that I do now.
Emery Lord
#26. If there are tears on my cheeks, the hot fire eats them away.
Tessa Gratton
#27. It was a hot summer night, and I had the soundtrack to Disney's The Lion King blasting on my stereo. Tears actually began streaming down my face as I drove past the building. Here I was, the grown-up version of that wide-eyed eight-year-old at Disneyland. I had finally arrived. I was an Imagineer.
Randy Pausch
#28. I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out. My eyes felt hot and burned with tears as my body trembled with the passion for blood.
Rhiannon Frater
#29. She discussed her unhappiness with Mary Pereira, but the ayah only told her that there was no happiness to be gained from "the mens"; they made pickles together as they talked, and Amina stirred her disappointments into a hot lime chutney which never failed to bring tears to the eyes.
Salman Rushdie
#30. And maybe, just maybe, the ten hours of hot summer wind blowing past my face would dry the tears of pride which were beginning to roll down my cheeks.
Scott Hildreth
#31. He felt at his face, wondering what the hot dampness was. For a moment he thought he was bleeding. Swearing under his breath, he pushed the tears away, vowing that they would be the last he ever shed. Strength, not weakness, was what he needed from this day forward.
Morgan Rhodes
#32. The smile on her face was almost Dante's. Tears pricked his eyes, then hers, while all those impossible things passed between them. While the truth was sending down roots and throwing out branches until it filled the silent room with impossible blossoms.
I love him.
Damon Suede
#33. That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.
Lauren Oliver
#34. Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.
Virginia Woolf
#35. I can feel you, Willows whispered. Tears fell to down her cheeks, and he kissed her softly on the lips, pouring all his love into that one kiss.
Carrie Ann Ryan
#36. (hot, opalescent, thick tears that poets and lovers shed) ...
Vladimir Nabokov
#37. I slide down and sit on the shower floor and just let the scalding hot water run over me until I don't have any tears left.
Randi Cooley Wilson
#38. He read of the Obelisk in the Place de la Concorde that weeps tears of granite in its lonely sunless exile and longs to be back by the hot, lotus-covered Nile.
Oscar Wilde
#39. He hymns the rotten queen with saffron hair
Who has saltier aphrodisiacs
Than virgins' tears. That bawdy queen of death,
Her wormy couriers are at his bones.
Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine.
Sylvia Plath
#40. My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.
Lauren Myracle
