Quotes About Cry

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

If you want strangers to help you, smile. For those close to you, cry.

drunk on my own madness, I cried furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

Dotty (off): HELP! ... Archie: It's all right—just exhibitionism: what we psychiatrists call 'a cry for help'. Bones: But it was a cry for help. Archie: Perhaps I'm not making myself clear. All exhibitionism is a crey for help, but a cry for help as such is only exhibitionism.

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

the loss pressed down on her chest and came up into her throat. it was a fine cry -- loud and long -- but it had no bottom and no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

O Lord, Sula," she cried, "girl, girl, girlgirlgirl." It was a fine cry—loud and long—but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

And for a reason he still did not understand, he began to cry. Love plain, simple, and so fast it shattered him.

I cried out.../ ...A cry like both a baby's first and a dying man's last.../ ...in a voiceless voice.

It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.

Her emotions were raw, and she was on edge. Don't let things fester, Gus used to tell him and his sisters as kids. You need to cry, cry. You need to throw something, throw something. Just don't hurt anyone.

it struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up and flattened against the wall.

What is the lost cry in the heart of the earth? I am wounded. I have taken a wound in my flesh. The lips of it will never come together. Fire has been thrust deep in the wound. My flesh is branded.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel.

Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton's face cried out for an axe between the eyes.

Ser Rodrik shouted "Winterfell!" and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him, screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstar around his head. "Harrenhal! Harrenhal!" he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish his axe, and boom out, "Casterly Rock!" but the insanity passed quickly and he crouched down lower.

She has never seen a dwarf before, he realized, much less a dwarf without a nose. He made a face, and stuck his tongue out, and the girl began to cry. 'What did you do to her?' Duck asked. 'I blew her a kiss. All girls cry when I kiss them.

Ser Rodrik shouted "Winterfell!" and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him, screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstar around his head. "Harrenhal! Harrenhal!" he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish his axe, and boom out, "Casterly Rock!" but the insanity passed quickly and he crouched down lower. He

The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.

We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and that is death!

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

O Lord, attend unto my cry.