My husband is from Venezuela and he cries when he needs to cry!

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they’re not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it’s not that. It’s just, you know, seeing them pass, that’s how they’ll be all their life; they’ll get hit, hurt, cut,...

I like hip-hop music, but some of the lyrics make me want to cry.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the...

Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.

She cries,I laugh,She becomes numb,I become filled with joy,She slowly crumbles,I feel on top of the world,Yet somehow in the end,Out of the ashes,She rose like a Phoenix,As if nothing had ever touched her

They say crying makes the heart lighter

Those million mistakes you did may not make you cry, but the ones you dint try might make you to.

We feel the same emotions for our ideas as we do for the real world, which is why we can cry while reading a book, or fall in love with movie stars.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Tears will not fill your stomach; Tears will not bring kindness. If you have time to shed tears, laugh; someone will be willing to look at a hearty smile more then a tear soaked sponge.

I could lose my mind, your love drives me crazy, and I ignore the reason why I’m crying at everytime I remember it’s not reciprocal and you’re saying that you’re sorry because you don’t show everything.

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can’t buy back a child once he’s dead!

Never cry because you have mountains of problem in your hands to solve. Always smile because each problems will someday resolve.

She was now drowning in that pool of desires without having any idea about the depth of it.

I was smiling yesterday,I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow.Simply because life is too short to cry for anything.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

That’s it,” he said bitterly. “Cry, Cassie. Cry for her. Cry for all the children. They can’t hear you and they can’t see you and can’t feel how really bad you feel, but cry for them. A tear for each of them, fill up the fucking ocean, cry.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

Don’t cry after my death . with smiling face send me to heaven.

Sleep!May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.Sleep, you crazy soul, just...

Two questions form the foundation of all novels: “What if?” and “What next?” (A third question, “What now?”, is one the author asks himself every 10 minutes or so; but it’s more a cry than a question.) Every novel begins with the speculative question, What if “X” happened? That’s how you start.

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest...

Every obnoxious act is a cry for help.

If your eyes can not cry, then your gut will.”The head and heart may be in denial of your human needs, but the gut will always carry the wisdom of your needs met and unmet, and thusly respond.

You don’t have to cry on everything that hurts you – sometimes, it is better to show how strong you are than to make them prove that they can make you die!

Don’t cry for someone who would love smiling when your tears are flowing.

I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the sound:I want to feel the darknessof the cry. I wantwords as roughas virgin rocks.” – Verb.

I am a leaf on the wind – watch how I soar

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us…

Dr. Suess said: ‘Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened..’ I tell my dates: ‘Don’t cry because it happened, smile because it’s over

The world will and always will be running at the same pace as now,then and forever.

It’s all about the director for me; we have to click. It’s a trust thing. I’ll say I’m ready to let down my walls. I’ll cry for you as long as you need. But you’re going to have to hug me afterwards.

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

My tears are salty. I shouldn’t eat potato chips while drinking my Cry Water, because it only makes me thirstier for your love.

Think about itThis xenophobia has hurt me without anyone touching me, but by what I am seeing and the damages it’s causing to this country, business, celebrities and citizens.For I believe there is a conspiracy behind this xenophobia attack. This thing might be political also. I think there are people who being paid for this...

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.

I had a dream where I lost Cap’n among the hundreds of black and white cats and they all looked nearly identical to him. It was such a sad dream that it made me drool out of my eyes.

Don’t cry over the shots you’ve missed; weep over the ones you’ve not taken at all. The bitterest regrets are for things planned but left undone!

The way I work emotionally is: I don’t ever try to cry. I try not to, which is what for me produces organic emotion.

When I told her my love would stop her tears from falling, she started laughing. She laughed so hard she started crying. Damn. Double damn!

This morning I ate a hamburger for breakfast, and then wept like a baby into an open jar of mayonnaise. I guess that’s just the champion in me.

I think this is one bad side of a mirror; it helps us to see the reflection of the effects of our own actions on ourselves. We smile and it smiles back to us, we frown and it frowns to us. How I wish it shows us the reflections of the effects of our actions...

Sometime when I cry I’m not sure if it’s grief or relief.

Watch a movie that makes you laugh or listen to a song that makes you cry. Embrace your emotions and be proud of what you feel.

One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle of gin sitting huddled over the two-bar electric fire and wrote a poem, one of the few that has lasted...

Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, ‘I even cry in a humble, common way, with tears flowing into my ears.’ But the humble, common tears had relieved me[…]