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When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.
It was then I cried, cried for the fact of not having cried and for the immensity of tears yet to be shed.
We must relearn how to cry. A strong man cries; it is the weak man who holds back his tears.
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried.
Wasn't crying. I've had a bad day. Another one. One in a series of bad days. I'm not complaining. Bad days are my bag. They're time-consuming, however, and I'm a busy girl.
I felt profoundly ashamed, I was very much upset.
Sometimes a man has to cry. Even if he is a man.
I cry a lot because I miss people.
I didn't cry. And if you think I did, good luck proving it, asshole.
I cry, because I know what I felt from him, even if I cannot and dare not allow it be named.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly
My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.
I cried when I watched 'The Notebook' for the first time. Any guy who tells you they didn't cry when they watched 'The Notebook's just lying.
It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone ...
Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that build up of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out.
- My Bestfriend's Girl -
Don't cry, you will have good memories from now on.
No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.
You can't remain in a state of sheer panic and terror indefinitely, and both had run their course. Ever since, I've thought that must be why we cry: our bodies are coping with something our minds and hearts can't absorb by themselves.
Tears are the silent language of grief
I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one's cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a death in the family.
I tried to blink back the tears that just kept coming. Eventually, I gave up and let my sight be obscured.
I stormed out and got ice cream and cried in my car
Now that I was alone and they'd taken the camera with them, I finally allowed myself to do the one thing I hadn't done during the excruciating, soul-crushing experience. I cried.
Crying is not an option.
Tears are not endless.
I didn't cry easily. It was a badge of honor, of toughness. I was a slip of a girl, a woman with little to offer and nothing to say, but I had my dignity, and tears were undignified.
I wept my way through teaching practice.
I started to cry then, and I cried for a long time without making much noise. I cried and cried like a little kid.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
I cried when Mario Gotze told me hell leave Borussia Dortmund & join Bayern Munich
You tell anyone I cried, I'll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.
There was a time I used to cry, but that was another lifetime ago. My heart was broken just once. But completely. As
I almost cried. But I didn't, because if you're in seventh grade and you cry while wearing a blue floral cape and yellow tights with white feathers on the butt, you just have to curl up and die somewhere in a dark alley.
I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn't crying.
It was the kind of crying that comes from the pit of the stomach and brings a headache with it. The kind that makes a person snort and gasp, and no matter how idiotic you feel or how hard you try, you can't stop.
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
I'm sorry I made you cry, it's the last thing I would ever want to do....Unless it's out loud....during a moment of passion
Don't expect me to cry for the wrong reasons.
Tears are curious things, for like earthquakes or puppet shows, they can occur at any time, without any warning and without any good reason.
I mourned for a life that I'd lost.
Well it's all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes ...
Don't cry through your dispair.
My tears simply broke through the fragile wall
that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
Crying will release the sorrowful thoughts on the mind.
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
I remember, now, how to cry.
I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.
It's okay to cry, ya know. Hearts don't break quietly.
Tears are okay
[Morrie Schwartz]
I cried harder. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself.
I couldn't stop myself, so I thought about all the bad things and I fed it and fed it until I was crying so hard I had to gasp for breath between sobs.
No, I was crying because I was suddenly flooded with an understanding of how little I really knew: about her pains, her secrets, the fantasies that played in her head when she lay in bed at night. Her inner life.
I cry a lot. Usually once a day. I think it's one of the most profound forms of human expression.
Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.
I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.
Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.
Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bare.
One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.
I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.
Let your tears fall freely like a quenching rain.
Let go of the fear and don't harbour the blame.
I'd spent half of my life crying, the other half refusing to cry
We cried because we had lost something and gained something else. And because it hurt both losing and gaining. And because we knew what we had lost but weren't as yet able to put into words what it was we had gained.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine ...
Crying wouldn't help anything now.
Never be ashamed of honest tears.
The tears had turned to ink ...
I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Never cry for the same reason twice.
Wanting to cry doesn't mean you can. Or at least not in any way that can give you some sort of satisfaction. It's a luxury really. The same goes for songs and laughter, or the words whispered in the ear of a friend.
Tears are words that need to be written.
Quite half of the human race was in tears.
I'd felt like crying, but cry once and it's all over: if you cry, the reliable men will despise you, and then they will not be reliable any more.
when I waked, I cried to dream again.
The memory was so painful that tears came into my eyes, and a pang of grief tore through my body.
My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never thought it possible.
tears are better if you shed them alone.
I didn't have time for tears anymore. I had questions.
Tears are for happiness.
I clamped down on the sick, hurt feeling inside that threatened to make me burst into tears. My eyes dried instantly. I was good at hiding tears. I should be; I'd had three years to get good at it.
It was a crying shame!
Crying is good for the soul, or so they say.
You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.
I took my daughter to the father-daughter dance, and I cried like a little baby.
And I can't cry, I don't even want to cry. My tears would never do justice to this loss.
When she cried her whole face went to pieces.
He swam and he wept.
I hate tears,
it makes it easy to forget someone.
Boy, why are you crying?
I have no language to paint the horrors of our situation. To shed tears was indeed altogether unavailing and withal unmanly yet I was not able to deny myself the relief they served to afford me.
It's okay to cry. There's no reason to hold back.
Crying is you, plus tears
Most people don't cry when they're upset or frightened, but rather when they're frustrated. Your frustration is understandable. You've been through a most trying time. -Hodge
I don't like crying. I'm a country boy, and we're the product of our upbringing. As a boy, I was told that men don't cry.
crying yes risk joy
I want to cry because my mind is working too much
I smiled, danced and cried my way out.