American girls never whimper.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

Well, because I’m naturally a tomboy, when I have sleepovers with girls, they end up going home and crying.

My heart was in a perpetual state of sadness and the only relief I could find were in those cathartic cries. I lived a fragile existence.

Every year, when we finished Gatsby, I read the last page aloud. Also, every year, I wept… I almost looked forward to it. Crying once a year is probably necessary… it was involuntary, almost external,...

You have to stay hydrated when you have crying scenes.

Me, too, Gramps,” I whispered.

Enjoy life, even in the most chaotic, hectic moments. Take time to breathe. Take time to consider what is important versus what is rubbish. Those are the times where slowing down is healthiest. Those are...

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

Consider anything, only don’t cry!

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

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.

Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed...

Nu-i nimic, mi-e mai uşor pe suflet dacă pl ng…

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Men say,” Liz reaches for her scissors, “‘I can’t endure it when women cry’–just as people say, ‘I can’t endure this wet weather.’ As if it were nothing to do with the men at all,...

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

One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she’d died. I’d fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when...

Laugh now, cry later.

…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

The thing I really love about my fans is the vulnerability and openness, the crying and the hugs. They are so kind.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

I’m serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

Tain’t no use in you cryin’ . . . But folks is meant to cry ’bout somethin’ or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin’ whut mout happen befo’...

I tried to concentrate on the angel’s voice instead.”Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, please, Bella, please!” he begged.Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn’t find my lips. “Carlisle!” the angel...

Crying is really bad for your vocal cords.

Veni, vidi, flevi.I came. I saw. I cried.

For once the crofter was at a a rather loss for words, for to him nothing has ever been more completely unintelligible than the reasoning that is bred of tears.

I made a Lindsey Sandwich out of two Jennifers and a Jessica. Then I ate it like I make love—alone, in the corner, with a box of tissues and lots of tears.

… My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never… let me kiss her… She used to run away… and throw me my mask!… Nor any other woman… ever, ever!… Ah, you can understand, my...

The process of thinking is a way of analyzing and making the right assumption at the right moment in life.

I cry to you, Lord; my redeemer, my refuge, my hope, my strength, my savior and my King.

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,...

Touch my song with your lips, make it immortal,be my beloved, make my love immortal.No restriction of age, not the bond of lives,when someone love should see only the soul,by carving new trend, make the...

The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant’s cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was...

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

Who cares about everyone? What about me?

I have never cried in the shower. That’s a woman thing I think.

Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.

So you shun me? – you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was...

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.

God lives in my soul, and I must spend my life scrubbing my soul clean of any trace of sin so that it derserves to host his presence. Repentance is a daily chore; at each...

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone’s arms. Maybe she can’t cry alone, and that’s why she needs me.

Tears before God water dreams.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you….(From the poem “Only For You” By Munia Khan)

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

Kami,” he said, “you’re crying.” “No, I am not,” Kami lied. “I got something in my eye.””You got something in your eye.””Yes. Possibly a speck of dust,” Kami said, and broke down. “All right, possibly...

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too...

When she cried, he would say, “there is nothing wrong with crying. Your feelings tell you who are. They tell what is important. Don’t ever be ashamed of them.

And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter… it fell softly… softly… and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the children’s voices. It covered Anna and Abel, covered their parallel world,...