Cry Quotes - Page 32

Laughing and crying, you know it's the same release.

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

That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?

Never cry over something that can't cry over you.

I'm a sap, I'll cry at anything. But I don't cry when I feel manipulated, or when there's a music cue telling me to.

I'm happy to announce to the world that I'm a crier. It doesn't take a lot for me to cry at stuff.

I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

It Was Once Suggested to Me that, as an Antidote to Crying, I Put My Head in a Paper Bag.

Take time every day to laugh, to think, to cry.

... sometimes in life, you either laugh or you cry. And I prefer to laugh.

My grandfather was a Russian-Jewish immigrant who lived in Northern Ireland and apparently when he sang in the synagogue he made everyone cry.

Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.

As I've watched the Berlin Wall come down, the cry for freedom in China, and the eastern bloc nations, I rejoice, because I see the bankruptcy of Marxist-Leninism, socialism in this world.

I always cry at weddings, they're beautiful, and I'm always moved.

Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.

There is a ceiling to it and there's a stigma. Billy Crystal as brilliant as he is, he's never going to be thought of as a contemporary like Alan Arkin.

I like drama as well. When I played Hamlet, I got one review that said, "This must surely be the funniest Hamlet in history," but schoolgirls would still cry when he died.

I took all of my rejection letters - there must have been thousands of them in a huge box - and I went out on the curb and burned them all, crying.

If you want to cry, you're not going to like my books.

Now, there's no use crying over spoiled milk.

Boy, why are you crying?

Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

She feels and she cries. It is to be admired.