I got teary-eyed when characters like Dobby and Dumbledore were killed, but the part I remember properly blubbing after was after Dumbledore died and everyone was in the hospital wing, talking about his funeral, and there was this bit:
"'Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place,' said Professor Flitwick.
'Absolutely,' said Professor Sprout.
'And in that case,' said Harry, 'you shouldn't send the students home until the funeral's over. They'll want to say -'
The last word caught in his throat, but Professor Sprout completed the sentence for him.
The Tales of the Otori books by Lian Hearn were quite emotional in places as it gets more and more desperate and unjust for the main characters.
More recently, To Kill a Mockingbird. So well written, the style takes you back to endless summer holidays when you were the age of the 2 kids and thought the same way. The nostalgia and wistfulness coupled with the injustice of the novel's events was enough to make me shed a tear.
Yes. I was at Dovestones reservoir in Saddleworth, Greater Manchester. I was sat on a banking that had a miniature forest of sorts behind it, opening up to what can only be described as an epic landscape. It was early in the afternoon, quite sunny out, and I was lying down reading Alexander Pope's 'Essay on Man'. The following lines stood out to me, so much that I noted them down:
'...seas roll to waft me,
suns to light me rise;
My footstool the Earth,
my canopy the skies...'
Not gonna' lie; I blubbered right then and there. Beautiful.