The song ‘Laughing Down Crying’ is not a typical Daryl song.

Love is like a door knob that I’ve mistaken for a shower handle, and I’m trying to turn up the heat on our relationship, but the handle won’t turn and I’ve got shampoo in my...

Books can break a man open, even ones about a panda, maybe especially so.

I don’t really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost – like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever – totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1....

God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us.

Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over and gave Cricket’s shoulder a tight squeeze.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

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

I clench my teeth as tears come. I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn’t much I can do to stop them. ~ ‘Tris

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

I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can’t cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it...

I enabled your tendency to be vulnerable and weak, and your habits of crying when 6,000 others were present for the music.

Her only weapons were her tears.

We are born crying, and for good reason,’ he reflected. ‘And the rest of our lives is bound to be a muted reiteration of that cry.

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

Get up and stop crying my little girl, if you don’t have new clothes to wear don’t worry, still stars are whispering about your beauty.

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like...

Oh, don’t go on like that!” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. “Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come today. Consider what o’clock it is....

Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile....

I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one’s cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a...

We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was...

This little girl’s grown up by now,” she said.Almost.Not quite.I wish you all a long and happy life.

…And her tears turned into blood, because what she was losing was thicker than water.

I believe in evolution in the sense that a short-tempered man is the successor of a crybaby.

I have been crying,” she replied, simply, “and it has done me good. It helps a woman you know, just as swearing helps a man.

The time some people spend worrying and crying about their problems is sometimes more than enough to find some effective solutions to them.

Oh, I don’t wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.

Sunny held Kit, and Violet held Klaus, and for a minute the four castaways did nothing but weep, letting their tears run down their faces and into the sea, which some have said is nothing...

He turned to face me and his eyes widened. “Are you crying?”He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying girl was scarier than anything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours.

If neither crying nor laughing can change my circumstances, then I rather go through them laughing.

Crying relieves pressure on soul.

sometimes crying is needed to feel better. The pressure of life becomes so much at times that you need to relieve it.

Do you think you could stop crying for a minute? It makes conversation a bit difficult.

smiling while crying is not so hard….the damn hard is…hiding tear drops, with smiles

As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.

He disliked tears, he has always disliked tears, had never understood them, and sometimes lost his temper over them; but he felt now that he could not rebuke this flower of his life, this innocent...

A person crying is like a sponge wringing itself out. Love is better than a sink that turns itself off without you having to touch the handle.

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!…Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and...

I’m not leaving until you stop crying” he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

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

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled...

I can’t stand men crying. It’s wrong, isn’t it? Their faces aren’t made for it, they kind of crumple; it’s painful to watch.

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It’s...

may my touchalways…be tenderas i would strokemother’s cheekswhen she cried.

Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.

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,...