Top 26 Tears On My Pillow Quotes
#1. She choked on a sob.
She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't. She refused to cry about Gifford.
But then she did. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, after all, and sometimes a sixteen-year-old girl needs to throw herself into a pillow and let the tears come as they may.
Cynthia Hand
#2. I myself share with the Conservative Party a profound dislike for such fandangles as proportional representation.
Hugh Dalton
#3. Days grow hotter and life grows shorter.
Time is somehow running out.
She flips her pillow
so she won't have to sleep on her tears.
Toby Barlow
#4. If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."
Rob Brezsny
#5. I mean it. If i figure out what makes me happy, i'm not going to waste any more time. I'm just going to grab it. I'm just going to do it.
Rainbow Rowell
#6. I hate myself pretty often" .She tilted her face back on the pillow, damning tears and attempting so smile at the same time. "Pretty fucking often
Jim Lynch
#7. Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the fence, as one, disturb me to tears this autumn dusk.
Princess Shikishi
#9. The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.
George R R Martin
#10. People have found inner peace by losing themselves in a cause larger than themselves. Finding inner peace means coming from the self-centered life into the life centered.
Peace Pilgrim
#11. If one shed tears, they must be shed on one's pillow.
Henry Adams
#12. But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.
Lauren DeStefano
#13. And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.
Jane Austen
#14. There is no truer, warmer pleasure in this world than to behold a great soul opening up towards oneself.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#15. Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing
Anne Frank
#16. My heart is crushed, my knees are weakened. My tears drench my pillow, my tears flood my bed every night. Do you know how much I miss you father of my children.
Euginia Herlihy
#17. I don't agree with the sentiment 'write what you know.' ... I think one should write what one doesn't know. The world is bigger and wider and more complex than our small subjective selves. One should prod, goad the imagination.
Cynthia Ozick
#18. That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.
Julie Andrews Edwards
#19. Tears impress no one. But, oh yeah, there's no one here to impress. So I go ahead and let tears fall. Rain. Storm. Flood. My pillow soaks with the salt of regret, and I rest my head against it ...
Ellen Hopkins
#20. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. "There is so much I want to say to you, but I know if I get started I'll start bawling, and I'm saving my tears for the pillow." I laughed. "You've been watching Dance Moms." "Possibly.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#22. But basketball was always something I was good at, that I was passionate about. I just didn't have the confidence to play in front of people at the time, at that early age. Now, I feel like I'm ready to play in front of people and play on the big stage.
Lil B
#23. When I wake up, my pillow's cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.
Haruki Murakami
#24. I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#25. It hurts," she whispered, wrapping her arms around a pillow and pulling it closer to her chest. Her eyes stayed closed, and I watched a few tears slip out. "Being left behind hurts.
Brittainy C. Cherry
#26. I lie down on my bed, my back to the window, and the tears finally arrive, running down my face, into my ears, onto my pillow. I lie there for a long time, for hours maybe, and right as I'm about to finally drift to sleep I think I hear the flutter of Christian's wings as he flies away.
Cynthia Hand
