Truly great men must, I think, experience great sorrow on the earth.

It takes a big man to cry, but it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.

There's beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

The chiefest sanctity of a temple is that it is a place to which men go to weep in common.

It is very difficult to explain what takes place in me when I see or hear anything majestic which allows no doubt that it proceeds from the actualization of Our Maker Creator. Each time, my tears flow of themselves. I weep, that is to say, it weeps in me, not from grief, no, but as if from tenderness.

There’s too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear.

Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

I like places in which things have happened — even if they're sad things.

If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly.

Men tend to cry, in Landsman's experience, when they have been living for a long time with a sense of rightness and safety, and then they realize that all along just, under their boot, lay the abyss. This is part of the policeman's job, to jerk back the pretty carpet that covers over the deep jagged hole in the floor.

It amuses me to weep for a dead man with eyes that once were his.

OFTEN — -'Bumpy Roads' — -Lead to BEAUTIFUL PLACES.