Quotes About Crying

It was practically the end of everything. I met his kiss and I had to make, while I folded him for a moment in my arms, the most stupendous effort not to cry.

I took up boxing to get in shape for filming because it's grueling - all the running, the heat, the yelling, the crying that we do.

I suppose I've always done my share of crying, especially when there's no other way to contain my feelings. I know that men ain't supposed to cry, but I think that's wrong. Crying's always been a way for me to get things out which are buried deep, deep down. When I sing, I often cry. Crying is feeling, and feeling is being human. Oh yes, I cry.

At a very young age, I realized that with my disability, I could cry or laugh.

I was very emotional. I cried when I got into the locker room. I didn't want to show that stuff on the sideline.

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I better stop now before I start crying. Go off to sleep in the sunshine...I don't want to see the day when its dying.

OK you maybe can't buy happiness with Cosmic Ordering, but it's much better crying in a mansion than in a hovel.

When you cry, you don't look very attractive; you look snotty and blotchy. People seem to manage to cry quite prettily these days, and to me, that smacks of not being very genuine.

In college, they taught us to think of a bad smell or simulate a bad taste to start crying. I just think of my ex-boyfriend!

Well, conventions are so cool, because I just feel like I'm giving out smiles all day, it's so fun, and you get people who are hysterically crying.

On social media, you have a mask on where you are smiling, but you're crying inside. And that was me.

I love that you can be laughing one minute and crying the next, and then be shocked the next. I like things that provoke emotions to such extremes.

I don't watch a lot of TV. I am madly in love, I'm a big sap, I'm madly in love with Extreme Makeover Home Edition. I cry every week.

There was a pity in her eyes which gave me some comfort, though not much; a man whose soul is crying out for love does not want pity.

I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer – all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.

They didn't know why these things were funny. Sometimes you laugh because you've got no more room for crying. Sometimes you laugh because table manners on a beach are funny. And sometimes you laugh because you're alive, when you really shouldn't be.

As a self-proclaimed doctor of love, I know a couple things to be true: One, when you get a chance to kiss a beautiful woman, you take it. Secondly, there's no crying in baseball or on video shoots.

And that's when I realized that there's really two ways people cry. You cry when you're sorry for yourself, and then you cry when you are really sad. The tears you cry for yourself? Those are kid tears. You're crying because you want somebody to help you or pick you up. Your mom, your dad, the old lady next door... anyone.

In vain you beg, in vain you ache, in vain you've opened your wrecked heart wide. Perhaps in heaven the rainclouds quake because we both have cried?

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

The other interns have left, and your eyes are beginning to spill over. The hell with it, you think. No one's here. It's better that you cry before you drive. Miami's confusing to navigate at night, and they haven't invented Google Maps yet.

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. "My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child." I stopped.

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.