Cry Quotes by Kaye Gibbons, Roberto Benigni, Jean Liedloff, Octavio Paz, Haruki Murakami, Elie Wiesel and many others.
Have you ever felt like you could cry because you know you just heard the most important thing anybody in the world could have spoke at that second?
To laugh or cry is the most beautiful thing in the world
A baby’s cry is precisely as serious as it sounds.
A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry.
let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.
Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.
Greed and Gain, grim guardians of the great god Mammon, continually cry in the ears of the poor, ‘Give us your little ones!’ And forever do the poor push out their little ones at the imperious ukase, feeding the children to a blind Hunger that is never filled.
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
People always say to me, “What if it doesn’t work?” If it doesn’t work, we redouble our effort. We’re not going to cry like a bunch of babies. We’re going to redouble our effort.
To be born again,’ sang Gibreal Farishta tumbling from the heaveans, ‘first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly Tat-taa! Takatun! How to ever smile again, if first you won’t cry? How to win the darling’s love mister, without a sigh?
I feel great about [War Cries regular series]. It’s my third year with the show and every season the part’s sort of increased and gotten more and more interesting so I’m really thrilled to just be more a part of things.
I remember in 1990, there were five of us making $3 million a year. When guys passed us, we didn’t cry. Why would we cry? You didn’t get mad when someone got $6 million. Or $8 million.
You get all excited to give her the ring, and it’s real emotional, and you give it to her, and she cries. And a second later, you’re like, ‘Damn, I could have had a car.’
A wasteland is a confrontation to a man of stature: an empty place, a gauntlet thrown down in challenge and defiance. A place like that cries out to be conquered and civilised.
You shouldn’t be worried when people call, communicate, yell, argue, or cry for you. You should be worried when everyone is silent.
Roy Blount, who is the funniest person I know, journeys deep into the dark heart of humor and brings back a wonderfully insightful, superbly crafted song of the soul that had me laughing and crying too
Sometimes, I feel like I can do anything, and, sometimes, I’m so alive, sometimes, I feel like I could zoom across the sky and, sometimes, I wanna cry.
I don’t want to make people cry – unless it’s with happiness.
I think weddings are sadder than funerals, because they remind you of your own wedding. You can’t be reminded of your own funeral because it hasn’t happened. But weddings always make me cry.
One of my aunties inspires me beause of how easily she shows her emotions, and she isn’t ever afraid to cry. My mum, for her work ethic – she might not show her emotions in public very much, but she’s a total power woman. My grandma, who watched four of her children die before her, she’s a powerhouse.
There is a hint of despair in the cry of ‘I told you so,’ an element of disappointment in the apparent satisfaction when idols turn out to have clay feet. The human race, when it thinks it has proved that no one is superior, is partly gratified and partly depressed.
Take time every day to laugh, to think, to cry.
There will be over 3,500 killed in USA today from abortion. No flags lowered, no presidents crying. No media hyperventilating. Normal day.
It’s all over but the crying.
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have – to hold on tight until the dawn
Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.
If you’re a goal scorer, you have to have a certain attitude. I’m very serious. My missus thinks I’m a bit weird. I’m cold, I don’t have many emotions. It’s very rare I cry.
Beguiling voices in the world cry out for ‘alternative lifestyles’ for women. They maintain that some women are better suited for careers than for marriage and motherhood.
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark.
Cry to god. If you do that just for a couple minutes with your whole being, just like a child who so badly wants a cookie. You will break through the barrier of the mind.
I stole a significant amount of money from a family member. I knew I was going to get caught, but I was so desperate I didn’t care. It was a cry for help.
A cry-wanking scene is the struggle to live, in a single moment.
It’s when you cry just a little, but you laugh in the middle that you’ve made it.
I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on – that’s great, it’s eliciting a response by proxy.
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
If I’m jetlagging, and I’ve missed some meals, and it gets to that point in a movie that you’re supposed to cry, I’ll let my defences down from around my inherent standing level of cynicism, and I’ll cry.
Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.
That was his mother. When she wasn’t crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.
They filled our lives so much, the films they were in made us laugh, think and cry. Through their work they shared a piece of our soul. We will miss them with the sadness with which we miss an old friend.
Worry is momentary atheism crying out for correction by trust in a good, sovereign God. Suffering breaks self-reliance.
I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.
The Cry Baby character is so, like, based off of myself that it just really is just from personal experience. And when I was younger I was called a cry baby and made fun of for being super emotional and taking things way to personal.
You must endure, and not cry out against that which cannot be avoided.
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
I don’t want to hear songs about how sunshiny things are. I don’t like songs that feel like radio candy… I like the ones that make you think, laugh or cry – they pull some kind of emotion out of you.
I say this to everybody: ‘Watters World’ makes you laugh, and then ‘Watters World’ makes you cry, because it is shocking, and even I myself am still shocked at some of the answers when I go out.
Making children cry for a photographer can be considered mean. But I would say that making children laugh and show off their jeans for an apparel ad is just as exploitative and less natural. Toddlers’ natural state, like, 30 percent of the time, is crying, and it doesn’t indicate pain or suffering.
Don’t ask me about emotions in the Welsh dressing room. I’m someone who cries when he watches Little House on the Prairie.
I keep a lot of my problems bottled up inside me. That’s why it’s good, it’s bad because I go through it, but it’s really, what the fu*k I’m going through. That’s why I ain’t able to cry, I could try to make myself cry and it won’t happen. But at the same time somebody could hear my song and they gonna cry for me.
If I want to be alone, some place I can write, I can read, I can pray, I can cry, I can do whatever I want – I go to the bathroom.
I knew how to die. It was the living that scared me.
Eureka! Eureka!
Supposed to have been his cry, jumping naked from his bath and running in the streets, excited by a discovery about water displacement to solve a problem about the purity of a gold crown.
Supposed to have been his cry, jumping naked from his bath and running in the streets, excited by a discovery about water displacement to solve a problem about the purity of a gold crown.
I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.
Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair,
I cry because its coolness is too beautiful
I cry because its coolness is too beautiful
If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.” While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, “If only, If only.
The music pot is broad. It’s just unfortunate that the record companies cry the blues as frequently as they do.
Dear Mama, don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin’ good, Tell the homies I’m in heaven, and they ain’t got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin’ peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
The masses of the people of Africa are crying for unity.
There are two versions to every poem – the crying version and the straight version
I don’t want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I’ll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.
The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.
Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!” This has been the cry of all cities to man.
I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. вЂI do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper… When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. вЂI do,’ he vowed.
I have a strange need to paint; if I don’t paint I cry and get bad headaches.
My natural response to a stressful situation is to shut down. I do weird things, like, I don’t cry, I get really cold.
O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
All mankind is crying out for guidance, for comfort, for peace.
Stop crying… keep hustling.
I think the American people expect more from us than cries of indignation and attack. The times are too grave, the challenge too urgent, and the stakes too high – to permit the customary passions of political debate.
Don’t be afraid to cry. Everyone needs a good cry sometimes. Sometimes I’ll feel it in my throat, like, ‘Today I’m going to cry about something stupid,’ so just to get it out of the way, I’ll watch a sad movie or something, accepting that that’s totally fine and feels good.
The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order – for meaning.
I’ve been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I’d probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.
The Army, as usual, are without pay; and a great part of the soldiery without shirts; and though the patience of them is equally threadbare, the States seem perfectly indifferent to their cries.
I haven’t been to many music events where somebody was performing and it actually made me cry.
Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.
Laughing and crying, you know it’s the same release.
There is no such word as ‘too late,’ in the wide world — nay, not in the universe. What! shall we, whose atom of time is but a fragment out of an ever-present eternity — shall we, so long as we live, or even at our life’s ending, dare to cry out to the Eternal One, ‘It is too late!’
I remember I was playing basketball, and an entire arena was, like, chanting ‘Big Foot.’ It was a high school game, but… you’re constantly being reminded you’re bigger; you don’t look like everybody. There were days where I would be upset, and, like, I’d cry about it.
This white woman came up to me, and I’m thinking, WOW. When I was a kid, she would have been robbed and raped and left for dead. This is a real strange scenario, and I just wanted to cry. I’m like, “Who am I? Where’s my heritage?
It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
I’m happy to announce to the world that I’m a crier. It doesn’t take a lot for me to cry at stuff.
How long is this endless groveling before every cry of ‘racism’ going to continue before the whole country collectively throws up?
“Open Arms” has a lot of unison singing in it. And it works: Grown men will come to our gigs and cry during that one.
Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
I always cry at weddings, especially my own.
There’s nothing that makes me cry and laugh more than stories about friendship.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
If animals had a Pope,” Major Thompson said to me, “their Vatican would be in London. And if by some dire submarine cataclysm that noble vessel, Great Britain, were to be shipwrecked and start to founder, believe me, there would surely be somebody in Westminster to cry from the top of the Tower: “Dogs first!
I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries beg to be removed.
A zealous man feels that like a lamp he is made to burn; and if consumed in burning, he has but done the work for which God appointed him. Such a one will always find a sphere for his zeal. If he cannot preach and work and give money, he will cry and sigh and pray.
Whether we laugh or cry, the days are going to pass by. So why not choose to laugh?
Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.
I love that you can be laughing one minute and crying the next, and then be shocked the next. I like things that provoke emotions to such extremes.
Consider the public. Never fear it nor despise it. Coax it, charm it, interest it, stimulate it, shock it now and then if you must, make it laugh, make it cry, but above all never, never, never bore the living hell out of it.
I might not of told you enough that I loved you but I didn’t expect for you to cheat, I loved you and you knew that and I still do, I might of argued with you, pushed you away but I still loved, I still do, you walk away as I cry with my hand on my chest because my heart feels like it will tear.
More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can’t stop.
I think if you’ve got people on your side, if you’ve got people really laughing, you are able to make them cry.
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 sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared.
The connection of what I do to flamenco lies in the whole lament, whole cry, whole pouring back into the earth and giving energy back to the earth. It’s a cry and a celebration. That’s what music, sound, vibration should do. It should spark energy in someone.
If there’s a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue.
The real good comedians, like Chaplin, would make you laugh and a second later, cry.
I’ll say things that are serious and put them in a joke form so people can enjoy them. We laugh to keep from crying.
Being a parent has been such a wonderful privilege for me. My kids make me laugh and cry, but there are definitely more laughs. They really do give my life meaning.
I like when entertainment not only makes me laugh or cry or thrills me, but makes the world a little clearer – and makes myself a little clearer.
If you’re mourning, cry, scream and purge whatever is going on inside you emotionally. That’s part of the process. And keep those that love you very close as you go through it.
I’ll cry anywhere because I can do it quite subtly. Walking, that’s a good time to have a cry.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
We need to learn to laugh at ourselves because when you don’t laugh, you cry. And I don’t feel like crying.
“Out, damned spot!” That is the true cry of human nature. That stain cannot be removed without blood and that which is infinitely more, and deeper, and profounder, and more terrible than blood, of which blood is but the symbol – the suffering of Deity.
In times of death and famine, reason is on the side of the priests-who have their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion, invents them.
No more crying. It’s all wetness and no comfort at all.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you’re leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?
Well it’s all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes.
In the way that women forget the pain of childbirth, men forget that they cry in movies.
It is sure that those are most desirous of honour or glory who cry out loudest of its abuse and the vanity of the world.
Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.
Every woman is wrong until she cries.
Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.
My nephew’s always crying. I’m like, ‘Dude, why are you crying? Your life is great. All you do is eat apple sauce and take dumps. That’s your day.
If you cry too much on screen, you’re crying for the audience.
The first World Cup I remember was in the 1950 when I was 9 or 10 years old. My father was a soccer player, and there was a big party, and when Brazil lost to Uruguay, I saw my father crying.
I liked the idea of being a father, to have a child, and finally Francesca arrived, and now the house is insane because she cries all day, and at night, she doesn’t let us sleep.
Sitting in the back row of a full audience watching one of my movies, and hearing them cry and hearing them laugh in the right moments, particularly when they laugh at a line I’ve stolen from one of my family members and put in the film. That excites me a great deal.
It’s a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start
I could be really sad and I start to cry; I feel alive then. I could be at a concert and I throw my hands up in the air and I feel elation; I feel alive then.
Peace of heart that is won by refusing to bear the common yoke of human sympathy is a peace unworthy of a Christian. To seek tranquility by stopping our ears to the cries of human pain is to make ourselves not Christian but a kind of degenerate stoic having no relation either to stoicism or Christianity.
O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
When I am working, I have two shows on Saturday, and when I wake up, and it’s a lovely day, I just cry. I’m joking: I love my job.
The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can’t stop!
Kid A is about an abortion. An abortion of the soul. *Begins to cry, holds up air quotes* Thom Yorke.
Before you lost your mind, how did you make a living?” “I was a hitman for the Mafia. Are you done crying yet?” “I wasn’t crying! And I wish you were a hitman because, if I had money, I’d hire you right this minute to knock yourself off.
Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture… Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.
If they are ignored, [Alice] Callaghan worries, the dangers of handing the streets over to private security forces will only grow. ‘Until they begin interfering with the rights of middle-class people,’ she says, ‘you won’t have anybody crying about it. But by then, it will be too late.’
My mother walks forward. She’s crying, but there’s a smile on her face. For God’s sake, is it any wonder I can’t ever understand what you people are feeling?
Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.
Laughter or crying is what a human being does when there’s nothing else he can do.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
You should seek your enemy, you should wage your war – a war for your opinions. And when your opinion is defeatedy our honesty should still cry triumph over that!
E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Crying feels so good sometimes, and I do it when I’m happy, sad, stressed, scared. I like to believe that tears are my friend.
… sometimes in life, you either laugh or you cry. And I prefer to laugh.
The cry has been that when war is declared, all opposition should be hushed. A sentiment more unworthy of a free country could hardly be propagated.
Don’t come crying to me if your homes are attacked. You will reap what you sow.
That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don’t really know why. Nana’s hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.
People don’t cry when they lose their hope. They cry when they get it back.
I find myself often moved to tears by what is being written in front of me. Sometimes, I just sit on the couch and write the words down and cry because the beauty of the thoughts and how exquisitely they are being expressed.
Never lose hope. Stay close to Allah and when you mess up, go back to Him. Never, ever stop going back to Him. Repent often. Cry to Allah. And hold on tight-with your life-to His remembrance and to prayer. If you do this, you may get wet, but insha Allah never drown in this ocean of dunya.
It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.
…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings– This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.
One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.
My mother said I was always an intense child, a very sensitive child. So that probably helped the emotions to be very present. I was just a big thinker. I would evaluate and analyze and feel and cry and discuss and be angry. All of those emotions were very surface for me.
It turns out that the ‘Cry It Out’ method of baby sleep training, where you ignore that your kid is screaming, crying and turning 40 shades of purple so that she can break herself out of the habit of being spoiled and cuddled to sleep, does more harm – way more – than good.
When satan wants you to cry and you laugh, you defeat him
I don’t know what they’ll say when I die. I don’t give a damn, but they’ll probably cry.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
I cry all the time when I watch ‘Glee’ because I don’t know if it’s satire or melodrama and that makes me feel like the writing is aware of itself, and that makes it OK to cry.
There is no burden of the spirit but is lightened by kneeling under it. Little by little, the bitterest feelings are sweetened by the mention of them in prayer. And agony itself stops swelling, if we can only cry sincerely, “My God, my God!”
People cry out, and deplore the unremunerative employment of woman. The true want is the other way. Women really trained, and capable of good work, can command any wages or salaries.
I took all of my rejection letters – there must have been thousands of them in a huge box – and I went out on the curb and burned them all, crying.
I became interested in educating people in the variety of ways in which women can express their emotion. Which is much easier to do in a large role than in a supporting role to a male protagonist. In general, the women in a supporting role to a male protagonist – cry a lot.
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, ‘Let no more riches enter!’.
Women mostly remember the men who made them laugh, and men – only the women who made them cry.
It’s useless to send models out on the runway to cry.
If there is ever a time crying out for courageous leadership, its now.
I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,’ he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. “And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you.
Angels are quite ample cause to cry.
But it’s all about confidence and allowing yourself to put your personality into it. I really am the worst singer on the planet; I make people cry and vomit when I sing.
Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.
As soon as a baby enters the world, the baby is immediately introduced to pain. It is somewhat symbolic that life begins with a cry.
I remember one particular moment (I don’t actually know how old I was, but I guess around 7 or something like that) when I remember actually weeping. I was by myself in a room in the house, and I was just crying because I realized how much Jesus loved me.
I get to play characters that kind of shock people and I enjoy doing that. I like characters that have meaning and get people in the heart. I want to be able to get people to cry or make people angry or sad.
And while all of your friends are grieving at your wake, I hope the sprinkler system turns on and sprays them with AIDS, hepatitis C and liquified genital warts. And while they’re all running out and crying, I hope one of them slips and accidentally molests a child.
In my experience, clever food is not appreciated at Christmas. It makes the little ones cry and the old ones nervous.
Would you dance, if I asked you to dance? Would you run, and never look back? Would you cry, if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight?
Justice consists in seeing that no harm is done to men. Whenever a man cries inwardly: ‘Why am I being hurt?’ harm is being done to him. He is often mistaken when he tries to define the harm, and why and by whom it is being inflicted on him. But the cry itself is infallible.
It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.
I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
Why can’t the world be simpler, like it is for guinea pigs? They only have a few rules: Crying will get you attention. If it fits in your mouth, it’s food. Scream if you don’t get your share.
I still cry on waking. I’m not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It’s like breathing – something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
You can always tell when a man is a great ways from God–he is always talking about himself, how good he is. But the moment he sees God by the eye of faith, he is down on his knees, and, like Job, he cries, “Behold I am vile.
It’s much easier to cry or be angry, but to really laugh and genuinely be buoyant and laugh. That’s hard if you don’t really feel that way.
Dennis to friend: No use crying, Joey. There aren’t any grownups around.
Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.
Approached literally, there’s but a hair’s difference between You’d better not pout, you’d better not cry, and Don’t scream.
A picture can be funny and also weep inducing. One cries for many reasons. The state of weeping, for me, is induced by recognition of a rarified level of integration – thinking about what must it have taken to reach that integration.
I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions. And the fact that a lot of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I can communicate these basic human emotions.
Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.
Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.
One time I was doing a speech to a group of kids, and just before I get there, I see this little kid crying. I found out they just lost a game, and he was the losing pitcher. I went over there, put my arm around him, and said, ‘What are you crying for? When major league players lose, they don’t cry.’
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
It does not become America that within her borders, where every man is free to follow the dictates of his conscience, men should raise the cry of church against church. To do that is to strike at the very spirit and heart of America.
We saw that he plays with his heart too. He obviously loves the game so much and was distraught to lose in the final. Seeing him cry nearly got me going too.
The only ones that stand out to me are people like Jonathan Richman or Robyn Hitchcock, who can make you totally cry while their music is so funny and they’re hilarious. They know they’re great but they also don’t think they’re better than you and they really invite you into their show.
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don’t cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you.
I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don’t cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you.
From the conservatives, the – the battle cry for the last couple of years, especially from people like Ted Cruz, was repeal ObamaCare, every single word of ObamaCare. That is not the message from Donald Trump.
The book that made me cry hardest was ‘Stoner,’ by John Williams.
Islam – a religion horribly misrepresented by terrorists, which is like the IRA saying they represented Irish people. Islam is a BEAUTIFUL religion. would make you cry it’s so beautiful… and gentle.
‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’ is one of my favorite movies, and I laugh all the time, and I cry during the one funeral. But I’ll say that ‘Monsters, Inc.’ is a movie that really gets me super-emotional. Especially the ending.
When I look at Lake Michigan each July, I imagine the men of the Indianapolis visible on the horizon; dark heads, struggling arms, a cry and whirl of a world being remade. I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, accompanied by a desire to yell out that they will be rescued.
Tis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.
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.
There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.
One of my favorite places in San-Francisco is Aunt Charlies drag show. You pay $3 and see shows that literally give you goose bumps and bring you to tears. As a performer, you know they’re giving 100% and you can’t help but cry.
Anyone who has problems, or worries, anyone who laughs and cries, anyone who feels can write. It’s only talking on paper… talking about the things that matter to us.
I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.
When you feel victimized or sad, just allow yourself to cry; you’ll feel better and have more room to experience joy.
Consider anything, only don’t cry!
If I had not kissed anyone, or danced with anyone, or had a reason to cry, the music made me feel as if I had gone through all that anyway.
The old religionist cried out for his god. The new religionist cries out for some god to be his.
When I was 8 years old, I became depressed. I kept asking why I was born this way [without arms and legs]. I also worried about my future. At the age of 10, I tried to commit suicide because I felt like giving up. But when I imagined my loving parents crying at my grave, I decided to stay.
Oh my God, my girlfriends are everything to me. They celebrate with you, they cry with you, they hold you when you need to be held. They laugh with you. They’re mean with you! They’re always there, and it’s just a priceless thing to have.
The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.
I remember being about six years old, for the first day of school, and sitting in the back of a Chrysler, pretending to cry while listening to Tracy Chapman.
If you’re out there and things are going badly, are you going to cry or break down?
I think it was wonderful when Princess Di died so that everyone could cry in unison. I thought that the crying together was the most powerful gift that she gave in her death.
I have a lot more fun making comedies because there’s a levity on the set, and I find it difficult to go to work and, you know, cry for 12 hours.
I will be able to love above all discontentment. To give even when I am stripped of everything. To dry tears even when I am still crying. To believe even when I am discredited.
Not the Christian religion only, but nature herself, cries out against the state of slavery.
The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat – the overcoat he’d received from his father.
The first record I got, I think I stole. I was with my mother; she turned her back, and I slipped it in my coat. And I think it was ‘Cry Baby’ by The Bonnie Sisters. That or ‘Lucille’ by Little Richard.
Bert’s wallet is like an onion. Any time he opens it, he starts crying.
I am nothing if not a loyalist. After 46 years in the Labour party, I’ve grown weary of the cry: ‘If only we had a new, shining, revamped leader, all would be well.’
Parents sometimes think of newborns as helpless creatures, but in fact parents’ behavior is much more under the infant’s control than the reverse. Does he come running when you cry?
Oh for a book and a shady nook, Either indoors or out, with the green leaves whispering overhead, or the street cries all about. Where I may read at all my ease both of the new and old, For a jolly good book whereon to look is better to me than gold
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
A band that cries together stays together.
Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren’t we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?
I Love children, especially when they cry for then someone takes them away.
Roosters: The cry of the male chicken is the most barbaric yawp in all of nature.
I gotta do some sad scenes. Why, I never tried to make anybody cry in my life! And I go `round all the time dolled up in kippie clothes-wear everything but a corset…can`t stub my toe in this picture nor anything! Just imagine having to play-act all the time without ever getting hit with anything!
We need to put ourselves in the shoes of our customers. That is my new battle cry. Live and breathe Starbucks the way our customers do.
The only real difference between hookers, stippers, sluts and regualar women how many times you can hit them before they cry. Hookers can really take a punch, I’ll tell you that much.
Michael died five years ago this January, and the first thing that really struck me about the script was the part about her peeling off from the funeral and just getting into a rowboat and having a real kind of cry where nobody was.
It is not your sin – it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!
I would walk into my office, and I would close the door, and I would say, ‘I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I won’t cry’… At least, I wasn’t going to let them see me cry.
I want to be very authentic when I perform, because I feel like I owe that to people listening. You can’t go through the motions on music like this. You are making people feel a certain way, that you are not feeling yourself. It’s like saying “I want you guys to cry, but I don’t really care,” which isn’t right.
Cry my eyes out for days upon days Such a heaven burden placed upon me
the quote that i liked is”The moment of the baby boy is born is taught to be tough” i really liked this quote from the book that am reading because i think its the same in UAE,we teach our baby boy to be strong and to get up without crying and to depend on him self.
I don’t think anybody should go through life without a team of psychologists. I have been through times when I’m literally squatting in the living room, having one of those open-throated cries, where you’re crying all the way to your butthole. I always believed I would come out of it, though.
With Keith’s [my fiance] murder, I was changed. I thought I would be a prosecutor forever, but there were so many days when I would leave the courtroom during a trial, and go down the hall to the ladies’ room, and go into a little stall, and cry.
Life is a play that does not allow testing. So, sing, cry, dance, laugh and live intensely, before the curtain closes and the piece ends with no applause.
If we took the mission statements of 100 large industrial companies, mixed them up while everyone was asleep, and reassigned them at random, would anyone wake up tomorrow and cry, ‘My gosh, where has our mission statement gone?’
Progress, real progress, makes me cry harder than anything. When the world itself grows.
a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries
Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for.
It will startle you to see what slaves we are to by-gone times-to Death, if we give the matter the right word! … We read in Dead Men’s books! We laugh at Dead Men’s jokes, and cry at Dead Men’s pathos! . . . Whatever we seek to do, of our own free motion, a Dead Man’s icy hand obstructs us!
I don’t see why you wouldn’t cry when you’re in an intense environment.
Tension translates to your guests. They’ll have a much better time having chili and baked potatoes than they would if you did roast duck with a wild cherry sauce and then had to lie down and cry for a while.
Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.
Falling down ain’t falling down, If you don’t cry when you hit the floor, It’s called the past cause I’m getting past, And I ain’t nothing like I was before, You ought to see me now
Before I could cry or scream I whirled around and stalked to my bedroom,slamming the door behind me. I hope they all drown. “Zoey your mother and I need to speak with you.” Great. Clearly they didn’t drown.
I don’t want to impose on anyone else and make anyone else emotional or anything. I tend to quietly cry, kind of turn away.
Crying is part of the adventure.
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.
And that really captures the difference for the bullied straight kid versus the bullied gay kid, is that the bullied straight kid goes home to a shoulder to cry on and support and can talk freely about his experience at school and why he’s being bullied. […] And I couldn’t go home and open up to my parents.
Boys say they don’t mind how you get your hair done. But then they leave you for someone with really great standard girl hair and the next thing you know you’re alone with a masculine crop crying into your granola.
Telling the truth and making someone cry is better than telling a lie and making someone smile.
I didn’t know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don’t.
The message I want to give my fans is, always have a way to pull yourself out of the dark place. Don’t sit and cry about it. Have your moment, and then get over it.
When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.
Our actual enemy is not any force exterior to ourselves, but our own crying weaknesses, our cowardice, our selfishness, our hypocrisy, our purblind sentimentalism.
Inside each of us dwells a more-perfect self waiting to unfold. It cries loudly for release, yet it is sometimes ignored. To answer its call, you must take time to listen.
I would never think of crying about any loss of an office, because that’s always a possibility, and if you’re professional, then you deal with it professionally.
‘Cry Baby’ is like this fairytale version of me. A lot of it is based on real events, and some of it is made up to make it more whimsical.
Whoever is the first to cry “Stop the thief” is the one who is guilty.
There are a lot of things that are personally uncomfortable to show, especially me without makeup and completely bloated or crying. But I’ve realized that it’s time for me to show my audience that you don’t have to be perfect to achieve your dreams. Because nobody relates to being perfect.
If [Eva Braun] was crying upstairs, it wouldn’t be long before [Adolf] Hitler would quietly excuse himself and then make things right. What he said to her, I don’t know. Whether he said the words “I’m sorry,” I don’t know. But he was a charmer, he knew how to stop a woman from crying.
… the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.
First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent’s tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens’ cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools,” said Jared. “Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?
One of the few times I saw my mother cry was when Lennon died, and the other time was when Elvis died.
As souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven
I’m crying because I feel wronged. I keep making mistakes and nothing seems to work for me.
Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth – look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.
Have you ever sought God with your whole heart, or have you simply given Him a feeble cry after some emotionally painful experience?
Did you think that the missionary path was all glory? Than you have not read of God’s greatest Messenger to earth, who sat and wept over Jerusalem, crying out, К»I would… but ye would not.Кј
A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.
I really, really, really want to do a silly romantic comedy where I can just have a crush on the guy, trip over myself, and laugh and be goofy. I just feel like all I do is cry, sob, and fight zombies and the bad guys.
Now gae your wa’sTho’anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they’ll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,’Weel brook the new’.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
Only against death does man cry out in vain.
She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn’t like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn’t stop, and she didn’t like that at all.
A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who’s friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.
Whenever I drink champagne I either laugh or cry…I get so emotional! I love champagne.
Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” Patch to Pepper
Cry within. Meditate within. Dive within. Your inner achievements will far outweigh your outer imperfections.
In prayer one must hold fast and never let go, because the one who gives up loses all. If it seems that no one is listening to you, then cry out even louder. If you are driven out of one door, go back in by the other.
The baby woke up before you did. I took him to the other room to let you get a little more sleep. We’ve been watching a game.” “Did he cry?” “Only when he realized the Astros were having another first-round play-off flame out. But I told him there’s no shame in crying over the Astros. It’s how we Houston guys bond.
Environmental laws give power to the people. Republicans can huff, puff and scream about what they consider strict regulations, but when they cry out for reform, for a quicker process, they’re really calling for a restriction of the rights of people to be involved in the planning process.
I tried not to make God this big deal in Joan’s life. She treats God like a friend: she’s nice to him some days, and other days mean, and then cries when she needs help.
Men don’t cry!’ ‘Women can’t handle money!’ What limiting ideas to live with.
Fashion is instant. It makes you feel something the second you see it on a body… whether you love it or hate it, or it offends you, or it makes you laugh or cry.
Promises are like crying babies in a theater, they should be carried out at once.
I love Jesus Christ. I am a Christian… I cry when I see injustice, children dying of hunger.
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 who therefore can never leave me again!…Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!
There are three things we cry about in life, things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.
Growing up, I saw my mother cry exactly once. The morning of her brother’s funeral. One long tear ran down her cheek through her make up until she caught it near her mouth and patted it dry with a tissue she pulled from inside her sleeve.
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.
If you want to see me cry, just come to a photo shoot.
Every time a war ends, under a beautiful sun, in the face of a crying child; I see a rainbow of hope over the innocent teardrops.
So you don’t have time for concealer, you have time for powder for when you start crying later about how some boy doesn’t like you.
You feel as if you’re not living a full life. Which, of course, is why – it’s my theory about why so many people who are heavily into computers are also into extreme sports and S&M. It’s because their bodies are crying out for some kind of action.
I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly – and that is the sharpest crying of all.
In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.
Don’t cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won’t let you see the stars.
on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man’s image and his cry.
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man’s image and his cry.
I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to save her children from a burning house, thinks of the teachings of the rhetorician or the elocutionist.
Those who suffer most cry out the least.
As with real families, my fictional family on ‘Life Goes On’ had its ups and downs, and as part of the fictional downers, the actors were often called to cry on cue. This absolutely terrified me, because I was a pretty happy kid who didn’t have much to cry about.
Driving a race car isn’t too far a cry from driving any other sports car, but driving one through Africa in the middle of the night offers a wide scree of new sensations.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
I played football for seven years in Spain and was called everything because I was from South America, and I never went out crying like a baby, like Patrice Evra, saying that someone had said something to me.
It’s harder to laugh than to cry.
The system is in place whereby if an umpire cries off, or both as was the case here, those umpires are to be replaced.
It boggles my mind that the same people who cry вЂfoul’ about rationing an instant later argue to reduce health care benefits for the needy, to defund crucial programs of care and prevention, and to shift thousands of dollars of annual costs to people – elders, the poor, the disabled – who are least able to bear them.
The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.
Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, ‘Climb!
I was in the car driving back, after having done a scene where I kill somebody, and I just said to the driver, “I can’t talk right now. I’m too emotional.” The whole car ride back, I was just crying.
I always knew it was ill-fated, but he truly believed I would be his bride. I guess I’d never realized that before. He had taken my mucker hand and looked at my mottled face and believed we would wed. And he hadn’t seemed sorry. In fact, he’d swooped me up in a corridor and kissed me. That set me to crying.
What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit’s cry may be wilder But it has no soul.
Everything I thought I’d hate about having children – the crying, the screaming – nothing fazes me. I love it all and it’s relaxed me.
I’m very emotional. When I went through my first breakup, I thought it was the end of the world, and I thought I was going to die if I didn’t have him in my life. It was good to cry it out and just scream, or call my friends in the middle of the night crying.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip’s bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry
I like to read Octavia E. Butler’s ‘Wild Seed’ over and over again. And J. California Cooper’s ‘The Wake of the Wind.’ That one makes me cry from joy. I’ll mourn – I’ll actually mourn – and then I’ll cry from joy. She’s wonderful.
When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
Oh, for five hundred Elijahs, each one upon his Carmel , crying unto God, and we should soon have the clouds bursting into showers. Oh, for more prayer, more constant, incessant prayer! Then the blessing would rain upon us.
Love cannot accept what it is. Everywhere on earth it cries out against kindness, compassion, intelligence, everything that leads to compromise. Love demands the impossible, the absolute, the sky on fire, inexhaustible springtime, life after death, and death itself transfigured into eternal life.
It’s true that if you cry hard enough for long enough, you can end up with blurred vision.
I had fun doing both types of roles. Both are good. One day you laugh, and the next day you cry. That’s how it is.
Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you’ve heard me crying and admit you’ve seen my tears.
You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.
Today too, as at her origins, the Church… cries out:“Veni, Sancte Spiritus! Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful, and kindle in them the fire of your love!” Amen.
I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.
Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can’t help but cry. I mean I’d love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff.
If by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To weary him with my assiduous cries;
But prayer against his absolute decree
No more avails than breath against the wind
Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To weary him with my assiduous cries;
But prayer against his absolute decree
No more avails than breath against the wind
Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
The only way you can find it is through being alone with your thoughts at sufficiently long intervals to give that inner voice within you a chance to cry out in distinguishable language for you. ‘Here I am within you.’ That is the silent voice, the voice of nature, which speaks to everyone who will listen.
You didn’t see him watching you dance with your dad. His eyes got all shiny. I thought he was going to cry. And on the way up here, in the elevator, he tried to play it off, but I could totally tell he was nervous.
Brethren, the crying sin of the church is her laziness after God.
As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
O cricket from your cherry cry
No one would ever guess
How quickly you must die.
No one would ever guess
How quickly you must die.
The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow; / Calling and crying the while for grace, – / ‘Some other time, and some other place; / Oh, not to-day; not now!
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
You know the bank I used to cry all the way to. I bought it.
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
[The answer to that, warns Saddam’s eldest son, is no.] If they come, … Sept. 11, which they are crying over and see as a big thing, will be a real picnic for them, Godwilling.
If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.
I hate a macho sort who doesn’t cry. They have to be a bit sensitive, don’t they? They have to be a bit sensitive, don’t they?
Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblest
That dare not tilt at something ere he die;
Rather than, screened by safe majority,
Preserve his little life to little end,
And never raise a rebel cry!
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblest
That dare not tilt at something ere he die;
Rather than, screened by safe majority,
Preserve his little life to little end,
And never raise a rebel cry!
The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.
I found the place where I was beaten bloody forty years earlier and dragged to jail and that made me cry. When the family came out, that made me cry, and the reason I had a hard time leaving Grant Park was that to see a million people like that, feeling the way that million people felt, was so exhilarating.
Diplomacy in a sense is the opposite of writing. You have to disperse yourself so much: the lady who comes in crying because shes had a fight with the secretary; exports and imports; students in trouble; thumbtacks for the embassy.
Eat till you’re full. Play anytime you want. Sleep as much as you like. Cry. Get angry. Laugh. Live. Live. Live.
Hush, little bright line, don’t you cry You’ll be a cliché by and by.
Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: ‘Quick! Quick! Quick!’ And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.
When you’re a kid it’s people’s cruelty that makes you cry, then when you’re an adult it’s their kindness.
What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.
By not paying attention to your body, you are putting it in the same predicament as a neglected child. How can a child be expected to develop normally if the parents pay no attention, if they ignore its cries for help, and remain indifferent to whether their child is happy or unhappy?
And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary Him with my assiduous cries.
I couldn’t stop bawling, watching the towers come down. it was a terrible thing to happen. And a terrible thing to realize that I don’t sit though the nigh crying when such horrors happen all the time.
I had this dream in my head of, if I got hired by ‘SNL, what that moment would be like. And I dreamed that I would, like, collapse on the sidewalk and cry to the heavens. I got this call, and it didn’t happen naturally. But I did it anyway because I wanted to have that moment. So I did collapse.
I have a really hard time watching my sister act in anything but especially anything where it’s a strong emotion. Whether she’s crying or she’s angry or she’s – whatever emotion she’s feeling I actually think that she’s feeling it and I want to hug her and make it all better.
All the world knows how to cry but not all the world knows how to sigh. Sighing is extra.
Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry.
She wanted to cry, but she did not want Peter to see her cry, and she especially did not want Teacher, with her flowing hair, to see her cry.
I dont understand why my fans cry when they see me. Do I make you sad? No, right? So smile, I like that!
Many a cat can only be lured in by switching off all the lights and keeping very still. Until the indignant cry of a cat-locked-out comes at the door.
I raised two sons, and I know that even though they’re bigger and stronger than I am, they’re still little boys inside. They still cry, they still hurt. So whenever I write a male character, no matter how ‘heroic’ he may be, I think of my sons. And I remember that every man was once a little boy.
‘I Am Legend’ was a rich, emotional experience where you could be scared and cry, and there’s some wish fulfilment.
Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.
I enjoy humour more than anything, I don’t really sit around banging my head and crying all the time.
There is a lot of advice on baby feeding, but almost nothing on how to help crying babies.
Acting is about giving yourself away, like the U2 song ‘With or Without You.’ You just don’t stay behind a character and make people laugh or cry. At some point you have to take off that mask, and when you do, you’re a human being, not just an actor. After all, I’m Catherine the person first. You share that.
Not all of those who cry ‘The poor, the poor!’ will enter the kingdom of heaven.
There is no dignity in a crying toothpick.
I have it all because my children did not whine and cry when I was not there.
Now I’ve been crying lately, Thinking about the world as it is. Why must we go on hating? Why can’t we live in bliss?
Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.
Made my bed and here I lie, try to hold my head up high. Lying to myself sometimes, bad decisions but I, I won’t cry.
The whole point of Heaven is to relieve us of the suffering, pain, death and tears brought into the world by the evil of humanity. That is why God says that in Heaven there will be no more sorrow, pain, death or crying.
My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.
I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.
Everything that I do on stage comes from seeing the Black Crowes in ’95 in Charlotte. For ‘Let Her Cry,’ I was just trying to write ‘She Talks to Angels.’
I’m one of those girls that cries at the drop of a hat. I’m oversensitive, if anything. I’m a mom. I’m very earthy, crunchy granola. I compost.
I don’t think my mum ever understood my love of Doctor Who. Surely her strongest memory would have been me, standing at the top of the stairs, crying about how the “jelly men” were going to get me? Sorry, Mum, for those sleepless nights, but it was with good reason they called it Terror of the Zygons.
I’m convinced that quite a lot of young people, when they get in trouble with the law, it’s a cry for help there. Because it’s not that they go out to offend. It’s that their behaviour is self-parading, it’s the big ‘I’. And sometimes that means they’re really lacking in confidence.
It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.
He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
No one like crying, but tears water our souls. So, perhaps my thanks should be to allow you to cry for the Chinese women in my books.
If you’ve never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.
Blissfulness does not compel you to behave in any particular way. Out of bliss, I can laugh or cry; I can sit quietly or be active in the world.
Crying over what’s gone won’t find the present.
The Haitians, who knew something about suffering and survival, had a beautiful phrase… The Translation is not perfect, but the nut of it was: ‘The season of pain is never over until the sky begins to cry.
She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.
There are teachers in the United States who cry in the daytime because they see a child or children who haven’t eaten properly, children who haven’t used soap in so long.
We want to know in order to make ourselves free. That is our life: one universal cry for freedom.
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
If any of you cry at my funeral I’ll never speak to you again.
Mom’s always know how to make us happy, but they also know exactly how to make us cry.
And he isn’t crying for her, not for his grandma, he’s crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)
I cry all the time. Remembrance Day in particular. In fact, anything to do with veterans makes me sob.
First you will smile, and then you will cry — don’t say you haven’t been warned.
It’s better to forget than remember me and cry.
The only time I can ever remember Steven crying over any of it was after my treatment, when I tried to use my foot on his bass drum pedal, and we realized I could never play a drum set.
However, if you do start crying in an argument and someone asks why, you can always say, ‘I’m just crying because of how wrong you are.’
Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn’t cry because I couldn’t deal with my life, but because I could.
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
The voice gets to the soul of a person more than any other instrument. Because it’s the voice. It sings talks, it cries, it laughs, it squeals, it barks, it shouts it whispers, There is no other instrument that can do that. We’re born with it.
My No. 1 is Johnny Depp, ever since ‘Cry Baby.’ He had my heart.
A TV show besides ‘This is Us’ that makes me cry? Not a shocker, but ‘Game of Thrones.’
I want to be able to make people laugh and cry and feel happy or sad and feel all these different emotions through singing and acting. Hopefully throughout my career, I’ll get to pursue them.
Sometimes you do have a good time. But when it gets to the point where you’re sitting in your home and you’re just trying to cover what you don’t want people to know. It’s painful. And then you want more just so that you don’t let anybody see you cry. Or anybody to see we’re not happy.
Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half
I guess I was an early method actress. I would go to a quiet part of the sound stage with my mother. I wouldn’t think of anything sad, I would just make my mind a blank. In a minute I could cry.
I was a great many far cries from myself.
I wanted to do what I was seeing Dorothy Dandridge doing, what I saw Marilyn Monroe do, what I saw Bette Davis do. I wanted to do that: to tell stories. I wanted to make people laugh, make people cry. I wanted to be a storyteller.
As I walk back to the school on my own, I realise I’m crying. So I go back to the stories I’ve read about the five and I try to make sense of their lives because in making sense of theirs, I may understand mine.
Sometimes, I cry because I’m sad, and sometimes, I cry just because it’s just emotional and it’s super awesome.
I developed the concept of the Happy Warrior as a rallying cry for those of us who want to restore America to its great foundational principles: individual freedom, personal responsibility, fiscal restraint, and economic liberty.
I’m not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn’t want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.
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 herself.
I don’t like crying. I’m a country boy, and we’re the product of our upbringing. As a boy, I was told that men don’t cry.
Well there you go. Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear.
I’m looking for something to laugh over. After long enough, your body just needs to keep the hydration. You can’t keep crying it out.
Sin is, somehow, at the root of all human misery. Sin is what keeps us from God and from life. It is in the face of every battered woman, the cry of every neglected child, the despair of every addict, the death of every victim of every war.
I asked Agamemnon plainly about Iphigenia; he wept. Not as one cries out of pain, but out of fear. Out of weakness.
The first time my mom found condoms in my room, she literally started crying hysterically.
Prayers born out of murmuring are always dangerous. When, therefore, we are in a discontented mood, let’us take care what we cry for, lest God give it to us, and thereby punish us.
Victor: You guys have some kind of rallying cry? You know, “Avengers assemble?” “It’s clobberin’ time?” “Hulk smash?” Nico: “Try not to die.
You’re a Nought and I’m a Cross and there’s nowhere for us to be, nowhere for us to go where we’d be left in peace…That’s why I started crying. That’s why I couldn’t stop. For all the things we might’ve had and all the things we’re never going to have.
I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. “For crying out loud,” he said. “It’s a racoon.” “Poor thing,” I said. “It could be a rabid baby-killer,” Cole told me primly. “Shut up,” Sam said pleasantly.
I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry… just make me feel alive.
Some of the greater things are unseen. That’s why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream.
Ah, now, don’t cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.
My family never missed a visit in eight months, ever. I cried coming out. I didn’t cry coming in. There’s a big difference. I believe that God put me there for a reason, Incarceration is serious.
To me, figure skating is a diving sport. It’s a sport made by the gods. It inspires people to cry, it inspires people to cheer, it pulls the emotions out of people.
The blood of Abraham, God’s father of the chosen, still flows in the veins of Arab, Jew, and Christian, and too much of it has been spilled in grasping for the inheritance of the revered patriarch in the Middle East. The spilled blood in the Holy Land still cries out to God–an anguished cry for peace.
Give me the boy who rouses when he is praised, who profits when he is encouraged and who cries when he is defeated. Such a boy will be fired by ambition; he will be stung by reproach, and animated by preference; never shall I apprehend any bad consequences from idleness in such a boy.
None of us lie or guard our secrets when we sing, and India is a nation of singers whose first love is the kind of song we turn to when crying just isn’t enough.
With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don’t cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don’t poison everything.
Knowing the plumbing of the universe, intricate and awe-inspiring though that plumbing might be, is a far cry from discovering its purpose.
We must add our voices to those who cry out that there is a standard below which we will not allow human beings to live, and that that standard is not at the freezing nor starving point….In a democracy all are responsible.
Today is not the day you quit. Nor is it the day you cry. Today you know that you have all the passion and wisdom to find that quiet center of solace, serenity and strength necessary to create and sustain an authentic life.
When I was 12, I used to be the best friend of the most beautiful girls, but just the best friend. They would always come to me to cry about a guy who broke their heart, and I would just be sitting there thinking, ‘I wish I was the guy and not the best friend.’
Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city’s jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar! The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel what others give! Calm, calm me more! nor let me die Before I have begun to live.
I wish to make add my voice to the cry which rises up with increasing anguish from every part of the world, from every people, from the heart of each person, from the one great family which is humanity: it is the cry for peace!
The thematically related ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ and ‘Brokeback Mountain’ reinforced the narrative that gays like Mr. Shepard are regularly isolated for cruel and unusual attacks.
I paint in order not to cry.
Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.
Galen!” The crown princess flung herself into her husband’s arms with a glad cry. The other princesses shrieked and threw themselves at their brother-in-law only a moment later.
I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to.” (page 8)
Creating emotion was what my career was all about. I wanted people to laugh at me; I wanted people to cry with me. I wanted people to feel good or to think about something when they watched me. I think that’s why, even not being an Olympic champion, I have such a huge following around the world.
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow’s flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
Laugh and a moment will soon arrive when you cry.
And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.
A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. If your baby is “beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time,” you’re the grandma.
Now that Donald Trump has won the presidency despite losing the popular vote, there’s a growing cry to rethink, or even abolish, the electoral college. This would be a mistake.
People stood on their chairs, cheering and waving. And it was all for me! Waves of love flooded the stage and washed over me. I started to cry. The sweetness of such a moment is impossible to describe. One is both lover and beloved. … I’d found the one true, enduring romance of my life.
I don’t get a chance to cry that often on film, so I was hoping that talent would come my way, that day. I cheated, I guess, when I just started looking at my technology device – my iPhone – to look at pictures of my kids, before I did the scene where I had to cry. That was a good trick that I found.
My girlfriend is upset about her new haircut. I don’t understand why she’s crying. I’m the one who has to get a new girlfriend.
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God’s almighty power.
Being a good mother is really so hard and so important, and it’s this thing that all people long for. Think of all the soldiers who cry out for their mothers on the battlefield as they die. It’s a primal relationship.
We [Latinos] must be proud. We have the same rights in the U.S. as anybody else. Instead of crying and getting upset about visa problems and having our families come join us, go fight for your rights. Make yourself a productive individual in the society.
I cry every chance I get.
I might try that one thing, you know, that thing people do when their eyes get all wet and stupid—what’s it called? Crying? Or NOT. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won’t punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.
Cry the Gospel with your whole life.
To see you cry wasn’t my intention. just let me make it OK, just give me one more chance to say.
In the battlefield men grapple each other and die;
The horses of the vanquished utter lamentable cries to heaven,
While ravens and kites peck at human entrails,
Carry them up in their flight, and hang them on the branches of dead trees.
The horses of the vanquished utter lamentable cries to heaven,
While ravens and kites peck at human entrails,
Carry them up in their flight, and hang them on the branches of dead trees.
“Well, it’s no use your talking about waking him,” said Tweedledum, “when you’re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.”
For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.
Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.
The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.
What we most need to do is to hear within us the sound of the Earth crying.
Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less.” (James Frey, pg.88)
Liberation that raises a cry against others is no true liberation. Liberation that means revolutions of hate and violence and takes away lives of others or abases the dignity of others
cannot be true liberty.
cannot be true liberty.
It’s a date,” Leo repeats, and we shake on it.Leo’s mother sticks her head in the door. “You guys are too young to be dating!” “Mom!”Leo cries,turning bright red.
I try not to cry, in general. The experience of crying is so emotional and uncomfortable for me that I don’t like to go there.
Training is vital. You need to know the technical aspects of acting, just in case someone hands you a monologue and simply says, ‘Cry here and laugh here.’ You have to be able to make sense of it all.
My children make me cry on a daily basis about everything. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of sadness – all the tears, all the time.
I’m a crier – let me know if you need some tips. I could cry every day, in a good way.
Government employees are public servants and prohibited by the Constitution from inhibiting religious freedom, that is a far cry from sneaking around and into a church and acting like KGB agents.
Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,–why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?
At Christmas, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ makes me cry in exactly the same places every time, even though I know it’s coming.
Make them laugh, make them cry, and hack to laughter. What do people go to the theatre for? An emotional exercise. I am a servant of the people. I have never forgotten that.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul… the soul… There is no bandage – even crying is in vain.
Every pore of you is crying and you don’t even understand why or what. I actually kind of died and got born again as a result of taking the meds and having a chance to, you know, build a life.
Ive tried to write deep and serious. I spent years working to write a story that would make my writing group cry.
You need not cry very loud; he is nearer to us than we think.
Once the film is done, then I like to watch myself. I know some actors say that they get very self-conscious watching themselves on screen especially if they have to cry in the scenes, they don’t like the way their face contorts, but I have no such issues.
She says that what you did was a cry for help.” “It was,” I say. “That’s why I was yelling ‘Heeeelp!’ I don’t really go in for subtlety.
People don’t come to stadiums only to see results. They come to see a reaction, they want to see we are also human, that we can cry or laugh.
30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops an does naught. 31. If power asks why, then power is weakness.
Chaplin made me laugh and cry without saying a word. I had an instinct. I was touched by the soul of Chaplin – Mime is not an imitator but a creator.
Why I was so intrigued with Red Skelton was because he was able to make you cry and laugh and the same time. That was power.
Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark’s song, Or storm-bird’s prescient scream, or eaglet’s cry, Made vital the gross fog. The very light Is but an alien that can find no welcome
There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.
Soon it began to drizzle for the second time that night. The drops grew heavier and became visible in the headlights of the cars. It was said by some of the police on the scene that God was crying for the girl in the garden. To others, it was only rain.
I’ll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I’ve got my pride and know how to hide all my sorrow and pain, I’ll do my crying in the rain.
Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it’s becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.
One doesn’t have to pursue unhappiness. It comes to you. You come into the world screaming. You cry when you’re born because your lungs expand. You breathe. I think that’s really kind of significant. You come into the world crying, and it’s a sign that you’re alive.
Cursed be all those on land and sea who eat their fill, cursed be all those who starve yet raise no hand in protest, cursed be all the bread, the wine, the meat which day by day descends deep in the entrails of the exploited man and turns not into freedom’s cry, the murderer’s ruthless knife!
The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.
There’s no agony like [getting started]. You sit in a room, biting pencils, looking at a typewriter, walking about, or casting yourself down on a sofa, feeling you want to cry your head off.
I did an album called ‘I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.’ I sang the song on ‘Hee Haw.’
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise.
So in the path of love – rather than pulling our willpower together, using our discrimination, or working – we just cry inwardly.
I think you put art out into the world, and sometimes it’s divisive, sometimes it’s embraced. Sometimes people cry, laugh or have complicated reactions.
The conservatives who say, “Let us not move so fast,” and the extremists who say, “Let us go out and whip the world ,” would tell you that they are as far apart as the poles. But there is a striking parallel: They accomplish nothing; for they do not reach the people who have a crying need to be free.
It feels so good to laugh at myself. I’d probably cry my eyes out if I didn’t.
Some children challenge themselves to maybe run a marathon or something. I challenged myself to stay up for two days and make cinnamon toast and watch the Jerry Lewis Telethon and laugh and cry.
I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.
We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.
Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.
They always threw their arms around and hugged me while crying our Yiddish endearments. Yet none of them believed in God. They believed in social justice, good works, Israel, and Bette Midler. I was nearly thirty before I met a religious Jew.
The faxes went out from the producers and the director to my agents to my manager to call me and ask me to lose weight. I just remember sitting in my trailer hysterically crying from the embarrassment I felt about myself, my body – and that no one could talk to me directly.
I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with a heart full of soul, could feel with the power that flies men to the moon. I know that if I could just get out from under this depression, there is so much I could do besides cry in front of the TV on a Saturday night.
Humanism is not wrong in its cry for sociological healing, but humanism is not producing it.
Yet, when the city sleeps;
When all the cries are still:
The stars and heavenly deeps
Work out a perfect will.
When all the cries are still:
The stars and heavenly deeps
Work out a perfect will.
Being young, working class, and black, everything you do is policed. If someone hits you and you hit back, you are aggressive. If you cry, you are weak. You are kind of always pretending to be something.
Christmas means Jesus came down and got involved in suffering. He hears your cries.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
My mother always told me, ‘Don’t make women cry.’
It’s gotta be fun, if it’s not fun it’s not worth doing. Music is about having a good time feeling your soul, whether it makes you laugh or it makes you cry, just so long as you feel as much as you can. That’s the mission of Pono.
Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a cry for help?
Those who do not weep, do not see.
It is imperative when flying coach that you restrain any tendency toward the vividly imaginative. For although it may momentarily appear to be the case, it is not at all likely that the cabin is entirely inhabited by crying babies smoking inexpensive domestic cigars.
A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.
A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat out on the dark water.
The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, only one day after my arrival in New York. The abyss of loneliness. I ate a solitary dinner in a small cafe, and the very food tasted bitter with my unshed tears. One doesn’t dare cry in America. It is unmanly here.
It’s no good crying over spilt milk; all we can do is bail up another cow
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie.
We should not weep or cry or be upset when we see the generations pass, because all are forms of the infinite creation. They are not real, they are not eternal.
To hide feelings when you are near crying
Is the secret of dignity.
Is the secret of dignity.
Their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion.
When a man spends his relief checks on green whiskey his children have a way of crying from hunger pains.
I fought a bear once. But it started crying, so I let it off.
Then i imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.
We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.
I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.
It strikes me as gruesome and comical that in our culture we have an expectation that man can always solve his problems … This is so untrue that it makes me want to cry-or laugh.
I love you,” he said. “You’re more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I’ve made you cry; and there I’ll stop.” She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.
I like to do things that frighten me. When I’m afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling… All my instincts cry out against it, every morning anew. Then I say, вЂI should do it. If I don’t do it, no one will do it for me.
My eyes are a little blood shot from crying, and my hair’s messy. But other than that i don’t look like someone who’s world is falling apart.
And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.
I’m going, and don’t you dare try to stop me.” I ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.
Crying’s always been a way for me to get things out which are buried deep, deep down. When I sing, I often cry. Crying is feeling, and feeling is being human.
Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.
Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.
Everyone can teach themselves to cry… but sometimes you have just got to see that mental movie going on. You’ve got to be feeling it.
Ecstatic over the total annihilation of the Earth, Dr. Strangelove “resurrects” himself, miraculously regaining his ability to walk. His mechanical, robot-like body rises out of his wheelchair, crying exultantly: “Sir! I have a plan. Heh.” (He realizes he is standing up.) “Mein Fuehrer, I can walk!”
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.
Do not try to approach God with your thinking mind. It may only stimulate your intellectual ideas, activities, and beliefs. Try to approach God with your crying heart. It will awaken your soulful, spiritual consciousness.
‘Dancing on My Own’ is actually a really sad song! It has totally made me cry.
Don’t cry out loud, keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings. Fly high and proud, and if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.
For a long time, I couldn’t cry on stage. I cried very rarely as a child.
When you’re underperforming the index, you go home at night and cry in your beer. It’s not fun, but who said this business should be fun. We’re too well paid to hang our heads and say boo hoo.
Morning’s great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.
What the soul cries out for is the resurrection of the senses. Even in this life, matter would be nothing to us if it were not the source of sensations.
Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.
The crying need today is not for more laws, but for fewer. The world must be saved from its saviors. If the friends of liberty and law could have only one slogan it should be: Stop the remedies!
I have an extra set of eyelashes because you never know. I could cry or laugh, or it could be windy, and I’ll need a standby pair.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness … as if I had never existed.
Because the Lord hears their cries and feels your deep compassion for them, He has from the beginning of time provided ways for His disciples to help. He has invited His children to consecrate their time, their means, and themselves to join with Him in serving others.
But there’s no joy at all, people say “Oh well he’s drunk and happy let him sleep it off”–The poor drunkard is *crying*–He’s crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he’s crying for help. (p.111)
A lot of readers have actually helped me, been really sweet to me… So maybe my cry for help has sometimes been answered.
But do you understand, I cry to him, do you understand that if you have the guillotine in the forefront, and with such glee, it’s for the sole reason that cutting heads off is the easiest thing, and having an idea is difficult!
It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.
Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
Empathy isn’t the same thing as expressing emotions. It’s not about sharing your feelings – it can be really uncomfortable if a parent cries or loses strength at the moment her daughter needs it most. The message sent is that you need to be taken care of, not the other way around.
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man’s image and his cry.
There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I used to always cry from loneliness.
A great song can make you cry and transport you to another dimension.
When I finished [writing it], I was crying. I knew at long last, after ten years of trying, I had written something good.
We are screaming battle cries against those whose political and personal agendas threaten our lives and sanity.
I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
Dumbo… makes me cry. Every single time and in the exact same spot. I just have a special affection for Dumbo.
When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals.
One baby is a patient baby, and waits indefinitely until its mother is ready to feed it. The other baby is an impatient baby and cries lustily, screams and kicks and makes everybody unpleasant until it is fed. Well, we know perfectly well which baby is attended to first. That is the whole history of politics.
You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!
Anything where people have to work together makes me cry.
The audience likes their emotions to be touched. They want to laugh and cry and feel good.
We never cry out to God and receive a returned check stamped ‘Insufficient grace.’
I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.
I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it’ll be OK. I want you to say honest things.
The humor and emotion of the ‘Do You Want to Build a Snowman’ theme makes me cry every time I watch it, and that deep emotion is something we’d love to do on the show. If we can make you cry, we always try to. And ‘Once,’ when it’s at its best, is emotional and fun.
I think playing a comic role is the toughest job for an actor; to put glycerin and cry is easy, but to make people laugh is difficult.
I’m sure when I have a nostalgic, teary moment in 10 years time, I’ll try to put the glasses when I was 10 on and cry to myself in front of the mirror
The idea you start from is ‘What’s cool to a kid in their early teens?’ So we had the guitar in ‘Devil May Cry 3.’ Guitars are cool to kids that age, and motorcycles are, too.
The abused children are alone with their suffering, not only within the family, but also within themselves. They cannot crate a place in their own soul where they could cry their beart out.
I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry.
Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.
I cry to let everything out
Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
My family never missed a visit in eight months, ever. I cried coming out. I didn’t cry coming in. There’s a big difference. I believe that God put me there for a reason, Incarceration is serious
The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.
The artist in me cries out for design.
I wanna be inside your heaven Take me to the place you cry from Where the storm blows your way I wanna be the earth that holds you Every bit of air you’re breathin’ in A soothin’ wind I wanna be inside your heaven
I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.
Personally, when I’m picking friends, I like the ones who don’t make me cry myself to sleep.
The best book, like the best speech, will do it all – make us laugh, think, cry and cheer – preferably in that order.
My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?
I guess it’s going to have to hurt, I guess I’m going to have to cry, And let go of some things I’ve loved to get to the other side I guess it’s going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly, Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye
Abraham Lincoln once walked down the street with his two sons, both of whom were crying. “What’s the matter with you boys?” asked a passerby. “Exactly what is wrong with the whole world,” said Lincoln. “I have three walnuts, and each boy wants two.”
Now I know my Redeemer lives. I know my Redeemer lives. Let all creation testify let this life within me cry. I know my Redeemer. He lives to take away my shame. And He lives forever I’ll tproclaim That the payment for my sin was the precious life He gave. But now He’s alive and there’s an empty grave
Crying can bring relief, as long as you don’t cry alone.
God cannot hear the prayers on our lips often because the desires of our heart after the world cry out to Him much more strongly and loudly than the our desires for Him.
Laughing doesn’t make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better. It doesn’t mean you don’t care, or that you’ve forgotten. It just means you’re human.
My job in this life is to give people spiritual ecstasy through music. In my concerts people cry, laugh, dance. If they climaxed spiritually, I did my job. I did it decently and honestly.
Fans and friends are considered family. Being an A7X fan isn’t always easy because it means you’re not only gonna laugh with us, but cry with us and defend us on occasion. If you’re part of the family it’s for life.
We (men) would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You’re not the one.” We are quite sure you will kill us or yourself or both—or even worse, cry and yell at us.
Crying is not an option.
People come up to me in airports, they walk into the office, and they say, ‘I’m going to cry; I’m going to pass out.’ And I say, ‘Please don’t pass out; I’m not a doctor.’
The Good News of the gospel of grace cries out: We are all, equally, privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God’s mercy!
It occured to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it ws the cries of the badly wounded andf deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of it’s axis.
What is the little one thinking about?
Very wonderful things, no doubt;
Unwritten history!
Unfathomed mystery!
Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks,
And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks,
As if his head were as full of kinks
And curious riddles as any sphinx!
Very wonderful things, no doubt;
Unwritten history!
Unfathomed mystery!
Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks,
And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks,
As if his head were as full of kinks
And curious riddles as any sphinx!
I cry when I work in the garden, because the Sun, the rain, the wind and the Earth all work together to make us food and flowers. It just blows me away.
Then if my friendships break and bend, There’s little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.
People expect me to cry, but I always laugh when things go wrong.
Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.
I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
Once crime was as solitary as a cry of protest; now it is as universal as science. Yesterday it was put on trial; today it determines the law.
For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.
I’m an emotional guy, I cry at movies, man, so beating GSP and winning the world title… yeah, I’ll probably cry in the Octagon.
I try to take my emotional pulse more now, to recognize when I need to go scream and cry for 20 minutes and then come back to center. Allowing yourself that time, it’s a gift.
We live in a period in which political disagreements are routinely handed over to the courts. Whenever you think that the president is wrong, you might well cry out that he has violated the Constitution – and ask federal judges to rule accordingly.
Just a tip if you have a big event to go to or an important meeting, if you cry enough your face swells up giving you a temporary lift.
The world cries for men who are strong–strong in conviction, strong to lead, to stand, to suffer. I pray that you will be that kind of man–glad that God made you a man, glad to shoulder the burden of manliness in a time when to do so will often bring contempt.
I’ve had scenes where I had to cry, and by the time I’ve cried for the 20th time, I’m exhausted.
I was born in 1970. In 2002, I became a world champion. I was captain. I had the honor of receiving the World Cup Trophy from no less than whom? Pele! Man! If I say any more I’ll cry. It’s really emotional!
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
She needs to have a few drinks and cry a little-then she’ll be perfect.
I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn’t speak.
I don’t usually try to rely on songs to woo a girl, but I think Coldplay can get a girl in the mood… or make her cry, one or the other. I used to play in cover bands; we sure did our fair share of Coldplay. I like ‘Viva La Vida.’
I’ve closed my heart down, so many seasons. I didn’t want to hurt again, I didn’t want to try, so I turned myself to ice and stone, said I don’t need anyone, and nobody else would ever make me cry.
When they remain silent, they cry out.
Don’t cry, I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is.
Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god’s heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night’s hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
I started playing poker in 2003 during my pregnancy, to distract myself from my awful morning sickness. For months all I did was cry and play Texas Hold’em.
I fled, and cry’d out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh’d From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
I cry very easily.
Free thyself from the mighty attraction-
The maddening wine of love, the charm of sex.
Break the harp! Forward, with the ocean’s cry!. . .
The maddening wine of love, the charm of sex.
Break the harp! Forward, with the ocean’s cry!. . .
An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.
When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.
There have been times I wanted to cry on interview, but it hasn’t been because that’s what they’re trying to conjure. No. I think you have to graduate to some higher level of TV IQ for people to actually want to see you cry.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
It’s impossible to play a run with as much feeling as a single note. I’ve never been so much into runs as making single notes cry.
I like the way men cry. They’re efficient.
If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?
Time to write and sing, to laugh, to listen, to discover, to cry,
to love music.
to love music.
I had a few dating disasters along the way with girls cheating on me. One girl was the inspiration for me singing ‘Cry Me A River’ on ‘The X Factor.’ That was my payback to her because she was unfaithful.
The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.
Work hard. Laugh when you feel like crying. Keep an open mind, open eyes and an open spirit.
Believe in God like the sun up in the sky, see science can tell us how but it can’t tell us why. I seen a baby cry then seconds later she laughed, the beauty of life the pain never lasts.
I like crying. And now I not only wanna cry and show my crying to other people, I wanna just split myself down the middle and open my guts and just throw everything out!
To die, so young to die. No, no, not I, I love the warm sunny skies, light, song, shining eyes, I want no war, no battle cry, No, no, not I.
Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
Boys don’t cry, but men do.
What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.
‘Ted’ made me nearly cry. It’s kind of like ‘Marley and Me.’
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
Every third person in the world is a drama queen. And crying ‘victim,’ especially when you’re not really a victim in any real way, feels good. It feels good to cry victim if you’re not one.
I kept making you cry… didn’t I? – Hatori Sohma
With ‘Ed Wood,’ I sobbed. With ‘Frankenweenie,’ I was crying. With ‘Edward Scissorhands,’ I always cry. There’s always an incredible amount of purity, even if they look a certain way.
-Why don’t you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I’ll never cry for you again.
It is a beautiful thing when folks in poverty are no longer just a missions project but become genuine friends and family with whom we laugh, cry, dream and struggle.
I laugh, cry, go for movies, eat popcorn. All these things are pretty relaxing for me.
I’m haunted sometimes by the thought, what if we lived from that place all the time? What if we went there without tragedy striking first? The very thought of who we would be together, and the kinds of collectives decisions we would make…the kind of world we’d create … makes me want to cry sometimes.
Sitting on a bedroom floor crying is something that makes you feel really alone. If someone’s singing about that feeling, you feel bonded to that person.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
Men can’t bear to see women cry.
Being critical of the nation is a far cry from being unpatriotic or anti-American. In fact, most social criticism . . . is based on a love of America’s ideals and a concern we’re not living up to them.
I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry too often.
Of course we all break and we all cry and stumble. It’s whether you allow the negative experiences to define you or shape you and make you become who you are in the best possible way. You use them as tools.
My vanity is not dead. I laugh when I see pictures of myself as I am now-maybe so I won’t cry, but just because it is really funny how much I’ve changed.
Bobby and I were married in 1954 and by now we know that anger does not mean “I don’t love you” or “I want a divorce.” It means, “I am wounded and in need of love, and I feel safe telling you about it because you are my family.” Sometimes our behavior with each other is no different from the cry of an unattended baby.
Nothing makes an android feel more useless than when a human is crying.
Things aren’t what they used to be’ is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact. The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy.
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy.
Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry. You said, “I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you ’til I die”. There’s a place for us, you know the movie song. When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
I often try to tell kids to think about all the people who love you, don’t cry over the one person who doesn’t.
Like the suffering child, gang members act out of their despair, and their actions are all the more alarming now for our not having heeded their cry long ago. The shortsighted neglect that keeps us locked up in our outrage has also kept us from viable solutions.
A battle cry” Mr. Bennet said “is a warrior’s calling card. Only it does not say ‘Good afternoon. I have come for tea and crumpets.’ It says ‘Death has come for you! Flee or be killed where you stand!
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.
There are moments when you love babies, and you’re like, “God, they are the reason why we exist.” Then they start crying, and you’re like “God! Jesus!”
Prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trail as well as joy; finally, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.
We’re all gonna lie, we’re all gonna cry, and we’re all gonna take painful shits.
When a baby first looks at you…when it laughs that deep, unselfconscious gurgle; or when it cries and you pick it up and it clings sobbing to you…then you are-happy is not the precise word-filled.
Virtually every beginning poet hurts himself by an addiction to adjectives. Verbs are by far the most important things for poems-especially wonderful tough monosyllables like “gasp” and “cry.” Nouns are the next most important. Adjectives tend to be useless.
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
There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.
Your mind knows your pretending, but, in terms of the adrenaline and the fact that you are actually crying, and that you are that upset, and you are screaming, and you are simulating terror, your body does not know that it is not real. Your body feels really wrecked afterwards.
Is Tyson okay?’ I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. ‘He’s fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though ‘peanut butter’ is a strange battle cry.
I think they should create a holiday for friends-with-benefits relationships. Because I feel like Valentine’s Day is, maybe it’s a day to stay home and cry.
Between sisters, often, the child’s cry never dies down. “Never leave me,” it says; “do not abandon me.”
I can cry at the drop of a hat. I’ve always found that easier than laughing in films.
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!
I’m a really sensitive person. I cry if I miss a cab. I’ve always worn my emotions on my sleeve. I think it makes life so much better when you can talk about anything.
Prayer is a cry of distress, a demand for help, a hymn of love.
I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan’s under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.
God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
So I don’t cry anymore, I just beat people up. It’s a lot more fun.
Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw the curtains and cry into my pillow.
O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
I can’t lie, I did a lot of really, really stupid things, and it was because it was my way of crying for help.
Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction
‘It is finished’ will not be, as we know from the tradition of the ordering of these words from the cross, the last words of Jesus. ‘It is finished’ is a cry of victory.
You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need any more of that sound.
My idea for ‘BoneMan’s Daughters’ came from the loss of my own daughter when she left home to live with a monster at age 18. I wanted to throttle the man, but she was in love, so all I could do was hope, pray and cry.
Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you’re mean.
My favorite movies are movies that I go in and I leave deeply affected. Whether I laugh really hard or whether I cry really hard, I just want to feel really affected in that moment.
Crying out to the lord is the only eternal reality within this temporary world.
She bludgeoned me with a look of such limitless compassion that I immediately began to cry.
For a long time that’s all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I’d become.
The Bears are front-runners. Quitters. They are not a second-half team, just a bunch of cry-babies.
rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
Music is also one of the great heart openers. Sometimes, you hear the lyrics of a song and you dance, laugh, smile, or perhaps even cry.
He cries. ‘Please! I don’t want to die.’ I lean over. My hair smothers him. ‘Then you should never have been born,’ I say.
I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.
The thing about kids is that they express emotion. They don’t hold back. If they want to cry, they cry, and if they are in a good mood, they’re in a good mood.
Never cry over something that can’t cry over you.
I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And ‘twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.
There’s no harm in a child crying: the harm is done
only if his cries aren’t answered. …If you ignore
a baby’s signal for help, you don’t teach him
ndependence… What you teach him is that no
other human being will take care of his needs
only if his cries aren’t answered. …If you ignore
a baby’s signal for help, you don’t teach him
ndependence… What you teach him is that no
other human being will take care of his needs
No one saw me cry over my dad’s death for almost nine years. I hid what I felt, bottling up my emotions so tightly that almost nothing leaked out.
The notion that every well educated person would have a mastery of at least the basic elements of the humanities, sciences, and social sciences is a far cry from the specialized education that most students today receive, particularly in the research universities.
back turned, you don’t have to look at what you’ve left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can’t watch you break down and cry.
The idea of being a rock and roll musician sort of suited my talents and mentality. The freedom was great, but then I found out I wasn’t free. I’d got boxed in…The whole Beatle thing is just beyond comprehension … subconsciously I was crying for help.
I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak.
God’s Teeth,’ he says. ‘I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.’ ‘I was not,’ I say, then look from his neck to my knife. ‘When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.’ He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
I definitely feel moved and affected after interviews, but not in a way that’s anything other than positive. There are moments that make me want to cry, but not in any way I can’t handle.
I know now why you cry, but it’s something I can never do.
When you’re happy you don’t always have to be laughing, and when you’re sad you don’t have to be crying; sometimes it’s the opposite. You laugh when you’re the most upset.
Crying wasn’t like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it’s done.
When you have heartbreak, what’s important is that you don’t go halfway. Go all the way down. Don’t take pills that keep you in limbo. Cry out all the feelings. Then your own energy for life will put you up again. You become stronger.
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
As I’ve watched the Berlin Wall come down, the cry for freedom in China, and the eastern bloc nations, I rejoice, because I see the bankruptcy of Marxist-Leninism, socialism in this world.
EXISTENCE, n. A transient, horrible, fantastic dream,/ Wherein is nothing yet all things do seem:/ From which we’re wakened by a friendly nudge/ Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: “O fudge!”
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ”Where is it?”
I’ve looked at the world for quite a few years now and I’ve found that if I don’t laugh, I’ll probably end up crying.” – Prince Kheldar of Drasnia
Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.
Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds, Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds, This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.
The passing of the years awakens in our hearts the cry for permanence.
Although every pain has different degrees of importance, I go through all of the emotions – from crying, anger, bitterness, anxiety, etc. Feel it all. But by the end of the day, I am on my knees in prayer. The next day, I get up refreshed and begin to let it go.
… every time I got disappointed I’d remember the Roseannadanna philosophy that says that you shouldn’t cry over split milk ’cause if you spill some milk and instead of cleaning it up you just walk over it and start crying, they’re gonna put you on lithium.
It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I’d forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.
My mother went to demonstrations. I remember her going to a big demonstration for Earl Brower and she came home crying and said the Communists were very mean and booed their people. I remember feeling sad at her feeling sad.
Being a writer means crying over the sad parts, even though you already know it’s going to be okay.
The sea cries with its meaningless voice,
Treating alike its dead and its living
Treating alike its dead and its living
It’s interesting – you had [George] Osborne crying at [Margaret Tatcher] funeral. She would have been the first person, she would have read these tears as being as fake as the smiles of his predecessors when they knifed her in the back.
As an actor, when you’re winning the moment over, there’s a truth to your intention. You might laugh at it or you might cry at it, but I think your visceral reaction to it is a reaction to the truth of the moment.
See how ye Pharisee in the Temple stands,
And justifies himself with lifted hands.
Whilst ye poor publican with downcast eyes,
Conscious of guilt to God for mercy cries.
And justifies himself with lifted hands.
Whilst ye poor publican with downcast eyes,
Conscious of guilt to God for mercy cries.
I was a different kind of player as a kid and didn’t do too much shouting and screaming. If things didn’t go my way, I tended to get a bit overwhelmed. All I wanted to do was cry on my mom’s shoulder. I didn’t know how to handle defeat in front of a crowd, and I didn’t want to be the loser.
I loved the Kennedy Center Honors because you just sit there, smile, wave, and cry.
The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.
Am I now supposed to go on Oprah and cry and tell you my deepest, darkest secrets because you want to know?
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
I find every sect, as far as reason will help them, make use of it gladly: and where it fails them, they cry out, It is a matter of faith, and above reason.
When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time”.You have more potential than you believe you do.Don’t cry because its over, smile because it happened.
I find the way the left comes up with these analogies interesting. Trump is a child. We can’t have a child run our country. The whole left has been turned into nothing but a bunch of people who never got out of day care, for crying out loud! They still live their lives as adults as though they’re still in day care.
That cry of the soul to be lifted out of the bondage of the narrow circle of life, which carries up to God the protest and yearning of suffering man, never finds a more sublime expression than where humanity is oppressed and religion is corrupt.
We watch a romantic comedy because we want to cry, say, or an action movie so we can participate in heroics. Horror’s different. It can hit you with a moment of revulsion so hard you might want to erase the last five minutes of your life, please.
I’m a Western-cultured man who subscribes to the ancient saw that men do not cry, I don’t cry either. I’ll go to a movie, for example, and not infrequently something triggers the urge to weep, but I don’t allow myself.
The Fed wants to raise rates because they’ve been yelling and screaming about it. They’ve been crying wolf for so long that their credibility is shot, and I think they feel they need to.
Numbers have dehumanized us. Over breakfast coffee we read of 40,000 American dead in Vietnam. Instead of vomiting, we reach for the toast. Our morning rush through crowded streets is not to cry murder but to hit that trough before somebody else gobbles our share.
I cry and pray and try to find the positive or the lesson for my pain.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can’t cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can’t. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don’t dream.
I remember a time when all my fans were crying and sad and going through hell. Now, we’re trying to uplift each other and accept ourselves for who we are, even if nobody else does.
If you try to look But you don’t touch Then you won’t touch But you’ll never feel And if you don’t feel You’ll never cry And if you don’t cry Then you’ll never heal.
It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
It’s a film made in a very radical creative manner. It was possible because we didn’t have to pander to capitalism. I think the film is also a humanistic cry for help for animation. It’s a film [Boy and the World] with sensitivities completely opposite to what the market wants to sell.
I had this lump in my throat, but I couldn’t even cry. I thought, I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. I was just sitting there in my car that I was two months behind on payments for, knowing I didn’t have money for rent.
You really have to do your job as a writer and push people to be as creative as possible. What’s nice about the TV medium is you have such a connection to the characters that when somebody dies, the audience cries. They really feel it. You really don’t cry when someone dies in a horror movie.
