“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He cried however because, you see, he realized that this was part of his priceless energy that he had expended, uselessly, and in the tears lay the lesson. [...]

(Then Seth turned to Rob and said:) Now I have put myself out, Joseph and I’ve joked and for this I get a tear.

She has spoken about me in this metropolitan city of hers and when she meets me she is in tears. [...]

A fantasy of beating a parent or a child, even to death, will if followed through lead to tears of love and understanding.

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired, when after asking you to imagine this strange structure I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.

[...] He would not do it freely, and only because he tries to hide such tears from you does the emotion seem so lonely. [...]

[...] You will not understand your part within the framework of nature until you actually see yourselves in danger of tearing it apart. [...]

[...] He was open-hearted, rather childishly vain, the emotional pattern quickly moving from joy to tears.

Fake humility can cause you to tear down the value of others, because if you accept no worth in yourself you cannot see it in anyone else either. [...]

[...] And amid my tears I finally permitted the obvious to become obvious to me. [...]

[...] I soon learned that in each case I had to rely upon my own sensual and psychic equipment to intuitively know what to believe, or to be moved by, sometimes to the point of tears. [...]

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired, when after asking you to imagine this strange structure, I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more to be actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.”

[...] to please you I will make a bargain with you: I will not mention your problem if you do not want me to—(There followed another humorous exchange between Seth and Bill.) Some Jesuits are sorrowful jokers, and laugh while the tears roll down their cheeks. [...]

[...] Jane shed a few tears when she came to the studio to tell me that she had heard from Seth late this afternoon. [...]

(This is the material Jane told me about, tearfully, at supper time, etc.)

[...] He has been tearing himself down psychologically in an effort to find out what has been wrong, that the symptoms persist. [...]

[...] She called me once again; as I went to her she burst into tears; her crying was strong and highly charged; it seemed obvious she was responding emotionally to an experience of Barbara’s of an early age; Jane seemed to have attained a state beyond words. [...]

[...] It would be like the tearing away of your own limbs. [...]

[...] That’s what it amounts to,” I said tearfully to Rob. [...]

[...] I felt, uneasily, that a small but significant tear had been ripped in the nature of things. [...]

[...] It will stop you from tearing yourself down from morning to night. [...]

[...] The eyes brimming with tears represent his eyes as they have often been, esthetic, compassionate and overwhelmed. [...]