Quotes About Crying

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

Wake, awake, for night is flying:The watchmen on the heights are crying.

I was voted Most Happy-Go-Lucky in high school. Can you believe that? I was crying every other day by myself, but I was voted Most Optimistic and Most Likely to Have Her Own Television Talk Show.

I do not like babies who cry.

this was a man palpably simulating crying, which made the moment at once awkward, surreal, and quite disturbing.     Our

Patty começou a chorar por motivos que se sentia triste demais para examinar.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

laughed with him over black coffee, cried with him over yellowing pictures, talked greenly about having kids of her own

like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone

Yo también lloré como un grifo pasado de rosca, pues nada asusta tanto a los niños, como el llanto de las personas mayores. Ni siquiera el rugido de un león produce tanto miedo a la infancia como el espectáculo de un adulto gimoteando. (P. 14).

I laugh because I must not cry, that is all, that is all.

Andromache: See, I've stopped crying. I won't cry ever again, I promise you. Helen: Don't promise that. Never promise that. Tears are good sometimes. They clear the heart of sorrow. Cry.

I ran like someone running away from something, as if my demons were literally chasing me across the park. I ran crying, tears streaming down my face, and one time I caught myself yelling, a strange canine yelp that felt strangely good to release into that cold wind.

But here Nature fulfilled her want of speech and spoke fr her. The murmur of the brook, the voice of the village folk, the songs of the boatmen, the crying of the bird and the rustle of the trees mingled and were one with the trembling of her heart. They became one vast wave of sound which beat upon her restless soul. This murmur and movement of Nature were dumb girl's language; that speech of the dark eyes, which the long lushes shaded, was the language of the world about her.

Ally McBeal walks down the streets crying, looking for the right man. I don't do that.

I have two children of my own. Crying is not evidence of pain or any real suffering. It's really just the way children communicate.

and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty. How

What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box-lids, and rain.

had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man

You just won't admit you like crying, too. You cry just so long and everything's fine. And there's your happy ending. And you're ready to go back out and walk around with folks again. And it's the start of gosh-knows-what-all! Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

In your imagination, you look into the very Face or Truth of God; and God wipes away all tears, and there shall be no more crying. All the mist and fog of the human mind dissolves in the sunshine of God's Love.

a mother's crying, stifled, soundless, secret so as not to disturb. If you cried so others could hear you were crying to be heard but a mother's crying was just the opposite, crying not to be heard.

Never regret trusting someone. It proves you have a heart. But if he turns out to be a lying worm … I'm not going to waste my time crying. Because I am way too fabulous for that.

Never regret trusting someone. It proves you have a heart. But if he turns out to be a lying worm … I'm not going to waste my time crying. Because I am way too fabulous for