Quotes About Cry

It's ok to fall in love,to be hurt and to cry, because the important thing is you've been in love!

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

He threw his head back and let his disbelief and fury break free. The sound was pain-filled and fearsome, the cry of a wounded beast. It reverberated through the trees, bouncing off the walls of the valley, the echoes doubling back into one agonized, unbroken roar.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that ... Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these man and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams."

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

Upon the lonely shore I lie, And gaze along its level sands. Still from the sea steals out the cry I left afar in crowded lands.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

I finally pushed away and wiped my eyes. I looked at him, expecting to see his own embarrassment, but instead I only saw concern in his eyes. "You have a sister, don't you?" I asked. "Three," he answered. "I could tell. Maybe that's why I-" I shook my head. "I don't want you to think I do this a lot." "Cry? Or get abducted?" I smiled. "Both.

Lonely stillness— a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Lightning – heron-cry stabs darkness.

But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!

Our laugh is a torment and our cry is a joy for the Satan!

It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infiltrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry -- school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of future, fear of future, fear in general -- but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson handcuffed us to a radiator!" Sabrina cried.

He knows the human heart cannot resist a cry of "Why" when innocence is ruined;

Charlie Chaplin told the same joke 3 times I/laughter 2/giggle 3/silence Then he told these beautiful lines; "when you cannot laugh at the same joke again and again…then why do you cry again and again on the same worry" Enjoy each moment, as time passes in the blink of an eye!

Vincent was on a shared patio. I'll tell you about Vincent. He is an example of a New Man. You might have read the article about the New Men in the True Magazine last month. New Men are more in touch with their feelings than even women, and New Men cry. New Men want to have children, they long to give birth, so sometimes when they cry, it is because they can't do this; there is just nowhere for a baby to come out.

The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see nor hear! This is the Soul's chastisement of itself. For the Mind of the man imposes these on the Soul.

I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away.

There is a noise that is different to grief. Sadness wails and cries and lets loose a sound to the heavens like a baby calling for its mother. That kind of noisy grief is hopeful. It believes that things can be put right, or that help can come. There is a different kind of sound to that. Babies left alone too long do not even cry. They become very still and quiet. They know no one is coming.

A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.

It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now...cry with me. Like your entire body...is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that...I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least...to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.

I am," I said To no one there An no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still