So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew she would be reduced to if she didn’t keep a hard eye on...

Abby wouldn’t want you to suffer because of some jerk that kidnapped her. She would want you to go on your trip so that she would have fun torturing you for not being a puddle...

I’d never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I’d never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to...

Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It’s pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that’s how I knew she...

We are taught to believe that the ‘alienation’ that we experience sometimes, when we withdraw from everything or feel alone, is a craving for something sexual, material, or in the physical – and can be...

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut…

I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.

There should be no crying in copyediting.

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...

Try evolving as much as you cry.

More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can’t stop.

The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out: ‘Swine! Swine! Swine!’, and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.

It is with great sadness that I blow my nose.

The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I...

I’m Latin, for crying out loud – I can’t hold anything back!

Don’t cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn’t try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders.…The...

I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS.

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!

Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They’re around me and they cry.

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.