quote by Mary, Queen of Scots

If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

— Mary, Queen of Scots

Most Powerful Teardrop quotations

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

comparing what you see during an eclipse to the darkness at night is like comparing an ocean to a teardrop.

Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows.

If teardrops were pennies and heartaches were gold, I'd have all the treasures my pockets could hold.

Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands.

Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel Like there's nothing left of me?

Every time a war ends, under a beautiful sun, in the face of a crying child;

I see a rainbow of hope over the innocent teardrops.

I would be more familiar with Janet Jackson than I was with the Teardrop Explodes or Joy Division, because I didn't want to listen to my competitors for fear of nicking ideas off them.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

When moonlight french kisses the Manhattan midnight There's a not a face without a teardrop that's in sight Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin' I think I'm gonna keep em

I never imagined anyone like you, Blaire.

But every time I think about forever with you, I’m humbled that you chose me.

The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart.

Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.

I'm holding a teardrop for a friend Until his heartache and misery end.

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she's got everything that I have to live without... He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing; don't know why I do.

Motivating yourself, I think having big strong legs, that's pretty cool.

Having a big VMOs [the teardrop-shaped muscle above your knee] is always nice. But, the thing is, when you see guys who are clearly gym junkies who only do bicep curls all day every day, and you see them walking down the street ...'Mate, what about the legs?'.

I was really crying the morning after the indication.

However I am over that now. Nevertheless, I am proud for it to be in the Rock and Roll hall of fame. But I've got two copies of the guitar now, to remind of the original Teardrop.

Oh, no, it can't be teardrops 'Cause a man ain't supposed to cry.

A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.

The hardest thing for me is crying. Where I'm from, it's been instilled in me since I was little that men don't cry. Thank God for teardrops and menthol.

I recently realized that Television has influenced a lot of English bands.

Echo and the Bunnymen, U2, Teardrop Explodes - it's obvious what they've listened to and what they're going for. When I was sixteen I listened to Yardbirds records and thought, "God, this is great." It's gratifying to think that people listened to Television albums and felt the same.

I'll go for God, country, and my baby.

Sure, as these teardrops burn, I promise to return, and when I'm home, I'll cling to the arms of my baby.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

The last thing we expect others to do, its the last thing they do before we learn we cannot trust them.

Wisdom holds a candle to experience, but you've got to take the candle and walk alone.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

Skys are crying, I am watching, catching teardrops in my eyes.

The child had indeed shut up but all the questions that had accumulated on his tongue circulated in his mouth, moved through the passages of his nose and climbed up from there to tickle into his teardrop ducts, so in his moss green pupils, curious, insistent, accusing sparks of questions continued to light up and fade away like fireflies flitting about on summer nights.