Quotes About Cry

I looked then, and saw a man named Evangelist coming to him and asked, Wherefore dost thou cry? [Job 33:23] {14} He answered, Sir, I perceive by the book in my hand, that I am condemned to die, and after that to come to judgement [Heb. 9:27]; and I find that I am not willing to do the first [Job 16:21], nor able to do the second. [Ezek. 22:14]

IF YOU JUST BROKE UP: Don cry! Remember that you had a good time! Never stay alone! Your frnds arer there. Hug more people. Stop listening to sad music! It only makes things worse.

You could either cry your heart out with the pain as you watch them and pretend you don't care or your could put on a smile and carry on with time

I know just how to whisper, I know just how to cry, I know where to find the answers, and I know just how to lie, I know just how to fake it, and I know just how to scheme, I know just when to fake the truth and when to stick to dreams.

Pretending not to care but actually wanting to cry.

I can't promise to always smile, because life always has a way to make me cry.

When I cry or lose or bruise, so long as I am still alive, nothing is ultimate. So long as there is still a tomorrow, a next moment, there is hope, there is change, there is redemption. What is lost, is not lost forever.

Smile -- It makes a world of difference. Dance -- Who knows when you wont be able to. Cry -- Holding those emotions in is bad for you. Kiss -- Kisses are the most wonderful things in the world. Laugh -- Whats the point in hiding happiness? Frown -- Why not let him know you're unhappy? Apologize -- You dont wanna lose friends. Hug -- Theres no better feeling being wrapped up close to someone you love. Live -- because life is everything. - Found it...

As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

Kiss me, please kiss me But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Another great luxury is letting myself cry - I always feel marvellously peaceful after that. But it is difficult to arrange times for it, as my face takes so long to recover; it isn't safe in the mornings if I am to look normal when I meeter father at lunch, and the afternoons are no better, as Thomas is home by five. It would be all right in bed at night but such a waste, as that is my happiest time. Days when father goes over to read in the Scoatney library are good crying days.

WYATT: What kind of sound waves? DR. BAZELON: Tapes of the cries of baby mice. This sound reaches a level of forty thousand cycles per second. It's the purest thing in nature.

prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into

M]ay not literature (and, in particular, fiction) be considered a desperate and permanently thwarted effort to produce a unique form of expression? Something like a cry, perhaps, a cry that, somehow, inexplicably contains all the millions of words that have ever existed, anywhere, in any age. In contrast with the spoken word and its classifying function, the purpose of writing seems, rather, to be a quest for the egg, the seed, nothing more.

Poetry, is music to the ears, as the first cry of a newborn baby to its mother ears."

The king is in the pasture. We are out in the field fearless of our shadows. Gallant to the service of mankind. A cry loud and clear. No passion to wait in vain."

The Outing An outburst of anger near the road, a refusal to speak on the path, a silence in the pine woods, a silence across the old railroad bridge, an attempt to be friendly in the water, a refusal to end the argument on the flat stones, a cry of anger on the steep bank of dirt, a weeping among the bushes.

I heard one cry in the night, and I heard one laugh afterwards. If I cannot forget that, I shall not be able to sleep again.

A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart

No wonder when he steps into the heavens to accept the throne the cry goes up, "Worthy! Worthy! Worthy! Make him king!" This man is so worthy.

this precious Stone crieth out saying, defend me and I will defend thee, give me my right that I may help thee

I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, or for myself, because only extroverts cry twice; but I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.

A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all tune, And still it cried, 'Apollo! young Apollo! The morning-bright Apollo! young Apollo!

Then sang forth the Nine, Apollo's garland:–yet didst thou divine Such home-bred glory, that they cry'd in vain, "Come hither, Sister of the Island!