American girls never whimper.

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more...

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

Life is so strangeI don’t know whyBut somebody, somebody has to cry.

The presence of a problem in your life isn’t to give you something to worry and cry about, but to occupy you with solving it and growing from its process.

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is “you?” The one who has to ask or the one who doesn’t?

You have broken my heart Like the little kid, I can’t stop crying hitting my feet to the ground and my hands to my head Like the flies Can’t get up from sticky ground I...

Sooo, I’m tired of people thinking I’m a freak. I know you can’t relate to that but -“”Get over it already, will ya?” Candace stood. “You’re not Smellody anymore. You’re pretty. You can get hot...

The worst kind of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did,...

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.

I’m not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.

There you go…let it all slide out. Unhappiness can’t stick in a person’s soul when it’s slick with tears.

What’s wrong with you, Daniel? How can you laugh about these things?” And I’m like, ‘Cause crying only gets you halfway there, duh.

Indifferent to truth, willing to use police-state tactics and vulgar libels against inconvenient witnesses, hopeless on health care, and flippant and fast and loose with national security: The case against Hillary Clinton for president is...

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

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...

Sometimes you want to curl up and cry until you can cry no more. But you realize that that would leave you exposed and vulnerable. So you turn, and realize that there is no one...

He has always been the kid who cries too easily and laughs too easily, the kid who begins giggling in church for no reason at all, who blinks hotly in shame and frustration whenever he...

Crying is one of the highest devotional songs. One who knows crying, knows spiritual practice. If you can cry with a pure heart, nothing else compares to such a prayer. Crying includes all the principles...

Let’s not cry about it, shall we, Marcy? Let’s pray about it instead.

I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the...

Those who do not weep, do not see.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.

By the way, don’t ‘weep inwardly’ and get a sore throat. If you must weep, weep: a good honest howl! I suspect we – and especially, my sex – don’t cry enough now-a-days. Aeneas and...

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are...

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

I didn’t cry. Real things don’t make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect I’m like most civilised humans.

Getting responses on “Through the Milky Way” that it is creating an emotional investment by some of my readers. A gentleman I have know for awhile took the book on a vacation to the beach....

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to...

…she’ll cry, and if she does, I probably will, and then she’ll have found a way in, and I will not let her pierce my walls in a Trojan horse of sympathy.

I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!...

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

There’s no crying in the rank book.

Your tears come easy, when you’re young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you’re old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Tears won’t help me right now. They’ll just make me weaker.

I mop my floor with a wet cloud. My love tissues are full of eye rain. Dinner will be served at breakfast.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all….a day…..an hour.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

The most unbearable moments, seeing your dear one crying and you cannot hold her because it is not allowed.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

There is the pain that made me cry, and then there is the strength that made me stop crying.So I am glad the pain camebecause without it I would not have discovered my strength.

A night of crying has silenced me. This morning it seems the whole world is against me. I’ve never before felt so barren, so empty. I’ve never before thought the daylight to be … my...

Most parents try really hard to give their kids the best possible life. They give them the best food and clothes they can afford, take their own kind of take on training kids to be...

It’s good to cry a bit, ’cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there’s no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be...

What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?