Quotes About Cry

Perceval could not be crying, because Perceval did not cry. But something shining froze on her face as she strode at the center of the group, her parasite wings flared about her like a nest of barbs. She looked severe and resolute-no one could look pale, standing next to Tristen-and Rien admired her desperately.

How—I didn't know any word for it—how "unlikely". . . How had I come to be here, like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn't?

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?

You'll understand one day how murderous, how suicidal, individual isolation is. You'll cry then, suffocated by our culture's cannibal loving." He

But from the wide roof of the sky Christ's voice peals forth with urgent cry, Calling our sleep-bound hearts to rise And greet the dawn with wakeful eyes.

My first reaction to the script is simple - whether I laugh or cry. I like to see a film from an audience's perspective and that is my first reaction.

What the advertisers are trying to do by eliminating residuals is the most appalling form of greed that I cry thinking about it.

If a beast has but one cry, the cry tells nothing; and even the wind has a multitude of voices, so that those who sit indoors may hear it and know if the weather is tumultuous or mild.

Into two ranks did the armies dress themselves, and, when that their names were read aloud, so that in their numbers there would be no guile, each Knight did respond unto his name. Then were the gates shut, and then did the cry resound: "Do now your duty, young Knights proud!

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.

Love-making and marriage—how could they now be the imagery in which poor Gwendolen's deepest attachment could spontaneously clothe itself? Mighty Love had laid his hand upon her; but what had he demanded of her? Acceptance of rebuke—the hard task of self-change—confession—endurance. If she cried toward him, what then? She cried as the child cries whose little feet have fallen backward—cried to be taken by the hand, lest she should lose herself.

If you want to laugh, see a comedy. If you want to cry, see a drama, and if you want suspense, see a thriller.

our late maid Nell, who cried for joy to see me,

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . I cried. It was furry! It- I stopped short, taken with a shudder. I know, said Herrick.

It was like pressing your thumbnail against a radiator when it's really hot and the pain starts and it makes you want to cry and the pain keeps hurting even when you take your thumb away from the radiator.

Also people think they're not computers because they have feelings and computers don't have feelings. But feelings are just having a picture on the screen in your head of what is going to happen tomorrow or next year, or what might have happened instead of what did happen, and if it is a happy picture they smile and if it is a sad picture they cry.

The boy with red hair, who loved the picture of the bear, puts on as gruff as a voice as he can and quietly asks the boy holding bird if he can have it. It is as beautiful as the picture of the bear, if not more so. The boy holding the bird looks at him, smelling weakness and need. He turns and hurls the bird as far as he can into the sea. The boy with red hair nods and bites his lip and tries not to cry.

The public might instinctively feel that something is wrong, but because of the technical nature of the silent weapon, they cannot express their feeling in a rational way. . . . They do not know how to cry for help, and do not know how to associate with others to defend themselves against it.

Unfortunately, nearly ten years after the publication of Peter Plymley, Smith was protesting in a country where 'No Popery' was still the most popular election battle cry.

Instantly, there had been cries of protest from the industrial archaeologists, outraged at such vandalism, and from the naturalists, who pointed out that the penguins simply loved the abandoned pipeline.

God was just this black void that we cried into.

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone.

In a period of international crisis, the doctor said gently, when you find, for instance, cultural patterns rapidly disintergrating... International crisis, Mrs. Arnold said. Patterns. She began to cry quietly. [...] Reality, she said, and went out.