When you really thought about it crying was a rather bizarre thing for any creature to be capable of. What purpose did it serve other than revealing too much?
Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.
I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.
INDECISION NOW!' isn’t a battle cry that’s going to rouse anybody’s blood. But I sometimes wonder if it isn’t the sanest one.
In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.
Eternity hums with every beating heart, with every up-lifted voice, with the crash of waves, the whirl of wind across the shifting dunes, the cry of sea birds, and the trumpets of heavenly angels.
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.
It had been too much for Edith to take and she had gone to her room so that her nieces wouldn't see her cry anymore.
Why? What's wrong with being emotional about this? why is that a negative thing? Why isn't the emotional decision the right decision?" asked the woman who wasn't crying.
The fact that mammalian crying serves as a cue for maternal support, rather than as a dinner bell, is a major evolutionary difference.
It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.
Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, ‘We must know, we shall know!’, and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it.
Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
Face your monster boldly, the whole world will cheer you on. Run from your monster fearfully, Heaven will cry over your pieces.
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.
We want books that are written for those of us who doubt everything, who cry over the least little thing, who are startled by the slightest noise.
To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.
Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.
