Every time I hear that one of my former students became a doctor, a teacher, a marine, an engineer.....

As I age, I get emotional easier. A sad movie or something my daughter accomplishes.

I go have coffee with my 90 year old granny at her house 3 times a week. Every time I drive off to go home, I cry.

Morgan James has a voice that doesn't seem like it could fit in her body. There's a song that I never really noticed on the album, even though I'd heard it many times. After 3 years of trying to see her, I finally ended up seeing her, and this song just melted me, starting with my eyeballs. My heart has been broken and although there is probably no way for that to be unique, it always feels unique and this song made me feel like someone else had walked the same path. No really complex music or words, but together and live and erupting from this tiny blonde woman 15 feet away, something just clicked.

Listening to my son talk about how much he loves science and wants to be a Mars colonist one day.

@Kreig posted a video of New Zealand a couple days ago. Breathtakingly beautiful! I was moved.

The second movement of Dmitry Shostakovich's 2nd Piano Concerto.

It's nearly always music that does it for me.

My kids bring out some good emotion they have these leaps of maturity and the level they leap is immeasurable and way beyond what I expected.

I was sitting and watching my first granddaughter playing and smiling at me when she was a baby. I'm sure there have been others since, but that's the last one I can think of.

I watched the Leah Remini Scientology Aftermath show....seeing what those people went through from such a young age....ugh.

Walking behind my nearly grown kids when they had just reconnected after being separated by college. They were talking (and walking) a mile a minute, exchanging so much joy. I might as well been a fly on the walk, but was deeply moved by the subtly stated love there.

Visiting my sister at her university over thanksgiving break, I was so proud of her I couldn't hold back anymore.
The last time I ALMOST cried happy tears was during my birthday party a week ago when I was talking with a couple of friends from my student group. I realized how lucky I was and how much I loved them. I almost cried then but not quite.

Neither were really "beautiful/profound" but they were happy tears so I thought I'd share

Steven Wilson, Ninet Tayib and band playing Routine live with video accompaniment at the Boulder Theater in Boulder, Colorado.

My friend's wedding 10 years ago.

Wow, love the responses. I tend to cry during movies, like when the good guy wins, or someone does something noble, or a relationship is made. I cried at my son's and daughter's college graduation. I usually try to hide it though. You know 'It's not Manly." Got to get over the stereotypes I've been taught.

I need to add something to this question. I am an introvert and whereas I try to contribute to this site, often later, additional ideas come to mind.

My late partner had a motto: “Discipline first then Love”. It took me years to figure this out but I did and now it’s become a part of my persona. Basically it is letting reason rule emotion. I have discovered controlled emotion is imperative to one’s health and actually seek and allow things to move me. Every year we had a group “Abby Road” come and give a concert. She loved the music and the event and would go and dance and socialize for hours (it was too loud for me – I could hear the music in our home). She did a mental cost/benefit analysis because she knew she would have a headache all the next day. It was worth it for her. I had no clue as to parenthood but one thing I did know was the importance of teaching my daughter to control her emotions.

I had some errands to run so I quit the site and went out. On the way home the Polovtsian dances were playing on the radio so I decided to make a detour and take advantage of the situation. It was another nice day. I live on an island (which we chose because of it's setting and community) and the natural beauty can be stunning. I drove along a particular road through a lightly wooded area with water views. The road winds along a shoreline with views of tree covered hills and snow covered mountains (there is seldom snow here). It goes past farms and our small lake. I purposely let my emotions take over. I have come to find this guiding of emotions can add enormous value to one’s life. I call it the purpose driven emotion.

Damn, damn this site seems to find ways to push my buttons and give me no peace (purposely expressed and controlled). After writing this I sat for a quiet lunch and started reading an article. Some points hit me so hard I can scarcely read the words. The article is about confronting death (but I didn’t know that when starting it). Anyone who has dealt with the death of a loved one can understand what this article is about. I will put together a question tomorrow dealing with just this issue; it is a deeply sensitive one.

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The birth of my youngest granddaughter.

I've always cried easily. One that always sticks in my mind is from the animated movie 'Up'. When the main character has a flasback montage of the life and death of his wife I just lose it every time. Tearing up a little right now in fact... I know this was supposed to be about 'tears of joy' but that character is reminiscing about the joy he had in his relationship and not just the loss. Makes me think of my own relationship.

yesterday --- music --- stoned

It happens almost every day. Maybe I'm too sensitive but it is a part of life with it's joy's and sadness.
The circumstances run the gamut from happy, sad and beauty (I have amazing sunsets out my window and sometimes they are emotional).

I'n not easily moved to tears by pain or movies and such, though music has the most humbling effect on me. I go to the opera as often as possible, and i'm pretty much always moved to tears, crying like a baby gurl lol...
It's ok to feel <3

And when I saw my daughter being born. I am told that that is normal.

While I was talking to Lisa. Can't even remember what it was about. She said: "Are you crying?"

(Lisa is not my partner. She used to be my gardener. She is a Chav hustler who will steal your money - and your heart.) Avoid!

Hmmmm.... I don't remember happy tears.... I'm sure i had some... I just don't remember.

I've watched Autumn Rush several times and it never fails. One of my little stories did it as I was writing it. Several pieces of music turn on the fountains. It's tough to narrow it down to any specific thing, time, place, or circumstance, but it happens. On the other hand, I'm such a strong empath (not a HSP) that I could NOT dissect that frog. Not what you can call squeamish, but more like I can't stand to see anything hurt. Not so bad that I can't swat flies, but close.

What is interesting about that is that many see me as cool and calculating and can't understand how I can be so sensitive -- but I think those are different and separate traits.