Cry Quotes - Page 25

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

When I found out I was in the top 13 I was freaking out and crying it was such a joyous moment for me.

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.

How can someone like Alain Juppé still claim I haven't condemned the Paris and Brussels attacks, when I actually have. What I am saying is crystal clear.

Reaching deep into the heart of the reader, Cindy Woodsmall pens a beautifully lyrical story in her debut novel When the Heart Cries.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

What is so real as the cry of a child?

Sometimes when I don't want to cry, I cry. And when I want to I can't. It's subconscious. Like sexual performance.

We want to know in order to make ourselves free. That is our life: one universal cry for freedom.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply

Crying is not an option.

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

If you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.

So is this how it works Doctor? You never interfere with the affairs of other peoples or planets, unless there are children crying?

You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. ‘I do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper... When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. ‘I do,’ he vowed.

Looking at the creative process is like looking into a crystal: no matter which facet we gaze into, we see all the others reflected.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

Don't cry over spilled milk-- get angry and punch a cow.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

What gives life its value if not its constant cry for self-transcendence?

Our human nature likes more to destroy than to build, more to cry than to smile, and more to correct the world than to love and embrace the world.