Quotes About Cry

"Fair and foul are near of kin,And fair needs foul," I cried."My friends are gone, but that's a truthNor grave nor bed denied."

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,And all that famous harmony of leaves,Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

Shall I faint, now that I have poured out the spirit of my mind to the world, and treated many subjects with truth, with freedom, with power, because I have been followed with one cry of abuse ever since for not being a Government tool?

Can a machine, educated through a system of reward and punishment, be said to be able to think? Are children, when they cry or laugh, revealing some spark of soul that distinguishes them from machines, or simply following "rules of behavior" with which we as spectators empathize because we are familiar with them? Or to put it another way, does asking whether computers think require us to ask, as well, whether humans compute?

In one of Updike's stories about Henry Bech, someone tells the novelist that his books "are weeping, but there are no tears." "Troubling Love" is soggy with tears — and the blank mood that follows a good long cry — but you can't isolate the source of the weeping.

If God were to appear in my room, obviously I would be in awe, but I don't think I would be humble. I might cry, but I think he would dig me like crazy.

The cry of a baby is God's voice: never drive them away from the church!

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

We're too insignificant and small to really be able to do anything, except cry, not unhappily, but an inner cry, a feeling of reaching to God.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: 'He has turned round' – she comprehended nothing and said softly: 'Who?

When God rang the bell that ended the fight, the world cried out for one more round.

Prayer is our yearning for God, the cry of our poverty and misery, stretching out toward the throne of His divine mercy.

Every time something really bad happens, people cry out for safety, and the government answers by taking rights away from good people

This is not a museum of tragedy. It is not the museum of difficult moments. It is the museum that says -here is a balanced history of America that allows us to cry and smile.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

Even the cry from the depths is an affirmation: why cry if there is no hint of hope of hearing?

Two devils rose from the water, and flew off through the air, crying, 'Oh, oh, oh!' and turning one over another, in sportive mockery.

I hope Marcus (giggle) is there. Maybe he can defeat the evil Cullens with his mighty battle cry, "I can see relationships!!!

The hounds all join in glorious cry, / The huntsman winds his horn: / And a-hunting we will go.

My defenses were so great. The cocky rock and roll hero who knows all the answers was actually a terrified guy who didn't know how to cry. Simple.

who ever play with play will cry with play

Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelid's flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.