Samuel Taylor Coleridge Tears Quotations

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.