Quotes About Cry

Bowen! she cried. Your knife!

And the man rose and put a foot upon it and, raising his face to the heavens, voiced a horrid cry —the victory cry of the bull ape. Corrie was suddenly terrified of this man who had always seemed so civilized and cultured. Even the men were shocked. Suddenly recognition lighted the eyes of Jerry Lucas. John Clayton, he said, Lord Greystoke— Tarzan of the Apes! Shrimp's jaw dropped. Is dat Johnny Weissmuller? he demanded.

There was a cry that must have been mine

como sólo puedo amar yo: con una desesperación sin límites, sin esperanza, suicidamente, dementemente, estérilmente. como quien sueña que tiene hambre y se despierta y llora de sed como quien sueña que tiene sed y se despierta y llora de hambre.

The abyss of absence. But who'll say: don't cry at night?

when the night is a bit more than some little suns pulled apart when the heart lets loose a cry our disquietude wrings dry

Having uttered that piercing cry of grief, Jesus left the temple, never, so far as we know, to return. His last words to the people of Jerusalem were: "Behold, your house is left unto you desolate. For I say unto you, Ye shall not see me henceforth, till ye shall say, Blessed is He that cometh in the Name of the Lord.

Why is it so loud when you cry from grief? Because it must be loud enough for the missing one to hear, though it never can be. Loud enough to scale the sky and the backs of angels, or to fall through the earth to where they rest. And so it is sometimes when I sing that the notes come from me as if I believed I could reach them where they rest, they sure of a reunion I still cannot imagine or believe in except, sometimes, in song.

the wisdom of the precaution is evident from the cry which has been raised against it; as that very cry betrays a disposition to question the great and essential truth which it is manifestly the object of that provision to declare.

The general cry is against ingratitude, but the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity; none but direct villains are capable of willful ingratitude; but almost everybody is capable of thinking he hath done more that another deserves, while the other thinks he hath received less than he deserves.

they refuse to cry, because they don't ever want to feel again the anguish and the pain they've locked away inside. Abused individuals often don't cry for the same reason.

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!

Action is drama. If we cannot make the audience laugh, smile or cry with us, we are not actors.

I drive an American car. It's a Chrysler. That's not an endorsement. It's more like a cry for pity.

On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

We watch a romantic comedy because we want to cry, say, or an action movie so we can participate in heroics. Horror's different. It can hit you with a moment of revulsion so hard you might want to erase the last five minutes of your life, please.

But, I love making independent films. I love it! You create a family, and you sweat, you bleed, you cry, you shout, you laugh and you hug. It's such an extraordinary experience, making independent films.

I've known Lisa Lampanelli for quite some time. We did the Shatner roast together. Lisa didn't know Shatner, but she's a popular roaster, so she was invited to do it, and she is fantastic. Actually, despite her public image, she's a very sweet lady and very sensitive. She cries very easily. Most people don't know that.

Nobody made the sign of the cross, indicating that this was entirely a Protestant gathering. Nobody cried or wailed, indicating that it was entirely non-Irish.

At nap times, Betsy's parents would use the same routine. But if after half an hour Betsy had either cried the whole time or had fallen asleep and wakened again, they would end that nap period.

The sobs came then, faster than she could swallow. A teacher dares not cry, not a real teacher.

My favorite son! Gaea cried. You are awesome! I knew I could count on you, uh... which one are you again?

I heard Amos yell, "For Brooklyn!" It was an odd battle cry.

he had a name, too - a good patriotic name. cry god for harry, england, and saint george.