Submission to what people call their 'lot' is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.
Prayer is our yearning for God, the cry of our poverty and misery, stretching out toward the throne of His divine mercy.
You don't have to be ashamed feel down, to have a good cry; we are human after all and it's the part of humanity.
When I'm sitting writing, I know that something works if I've made myself cry, or laugh, or have a visceral emotion.
I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships.
In the finest critics one hears the full cry of the human. They tell one why it matters to read.
If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.
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.
I had a slight touch of Tourette's, which means you talk to yourself and bark and cry out at night. I find myself talking to myself sometimes.
There isn't a single human being who hasn't plenty to cry over, and the trick is to make the laughs outweigh the tears.
We've accumulated a lot of things over the years and many things from our grandmother. Hopefully it'll be all right. I really don't want to cry, but I can't help it.
Democrats single out glaring examples of tax preferences or spending priorities that favor the wealthy and Republicans cry 'class warfare!'
A friend is he who can feel your heart's beating and dance with it when it is joyful, cry with it when it is torn, and inspire when it is in need.
When my comedy get's someone to react... anger, laughing, crying, whatever... I know I did my job
I have two children of my own. Crying is not evidence of pain or any real suffering. It's really just the way children communicate.
I believe in discipline, so I'm not the right person to cry about weakness and things like this, but maybe I'm not human.
Cynthia Rose Purley: You gotta laugh, ain't ya sweetheart? Else you'd cry.
I just can't wait to get out there on stage. There's no anxiety at all. I love being able to take this journey with the audience, because we all have a ball with it - even if we're crying.
I'm from Boston, and I get easily overwhelmed in New York, so I go to Boston and stay with my parents for a few months at a time to write, or edit, or just to cry.
I'll never forget one time a fan came up to me crying, and told me, 'You really inspire me to be me. I feel OK to be myself now.'
The end of 'City Lights' makes me cry every time I see it - when Charlie Chaplin walks by the shop window and the once-blind girl brings him a flower and pins it to his lapel.
