That’s enough crying about the problems, let’s begin killing the problems.

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!

I wish I had eyes that changed colors from blue to gray, and then after I cried, to all the colors of the rainbow, because then I’d just sit in front of the mirror writing...

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

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She’d been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

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

I had a dream about you reviewing a book on Reading Rainbow. Unlike the others, you were brutally honest in your feedback and brought Lavar and I to tears.

These stories always take us to some far away places which we can never visit in real life.

Everyone has a right to cry uncle on a genre every once in awhile. I’ve done it myself. Sometimes you just can’t bear another gear or pair of wings or vampire teeth. You go on...

A friend is he who can feel your heart’s beating and dance with it when it is joyful, cry with it when it is torn, and inspire when it is in need.

Every time we made love, one of us cried. Mostly it was me, out of joy, but occasionally it was her, out of despair.

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

No, my young apprentice. You said the exact right thing. Again. I’m just laughing at life.””Why?” he asked, opening both his eyes.”Because sometimes it’s either laugh or cry. I prefer laugh. How about you?

They say crying makes the heart lighter

You won’t transfer, right Keiichi?”-Rena Ryuugu

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

Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two…

Maybe I’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance…at all.

Yesterday I inhaled a cloud, and immediately my eyes started raining.

Ekse let them know that I say No to Xenophobia.Everything and anything that u do.u do it for yourself not anyone else. Even if your doing it 2 some else.U might think u are fighting...

I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

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...

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he’s alone and will be for long. He cried because...

I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Becauseinside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, aboveall, toward life. And...

I feel there will be a time. A time when there will be no agony. I will never cry. There will come a time when my smile will be genuine. You will be able to...

Frodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm’s edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle. “Precious, precious,...

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

As we all know, life is always moving on.

Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame. Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body,...

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,...

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

There are so many moments in our life which we cannot describe with mere words. There are not enough adjectives to justify the emotions behind such moments. Those moments are your life- they define who...

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

I cried so hard after I put my cat to sleep. I guess I shouldn’t have cried so hard, because with all my sobbing, I ended up waking it up.

What the advertisers are trying to do by eliminating residuals is the most appalling form of greed that I cry thinking about it.

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.

Wanting to cry doesn’t mean you can.

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

Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.

I am a human being. When you are frustrated, you do cry. It’s more than once that I cried.

One must be honest with himself. Then it will be much better than it is now.

if woman cries ,it doesn’t matter , but if a man cry it matter

I had a dream about you. The blue sky matched the blue in your eyes, though you had a few more clouds in your irises. When you got sad, you didn’t cry—you rained, and that’s...

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

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?

She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.’You’re being very silent.”That’s how men cry.

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

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...

I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.