Crying Images Novels & Stories

Isang butil ng luha ang kumawala at dahan-dahang tumulo pababa. “There’s nothing wrong with crying. It just means you still care enough to see them as family. It shows how kind-hearted you are, and that they’ve let you down but you never have to blame yourself for their mistakes.” Isa-isang pumatak ang mga luha mula sa mga mata ni Mallory. Tumingin siya kay Theodore, malabo man ang kanyang paningin dahil sa pag-iyak, naramdaman niya ang bigat sa kanyang dibdib na unti-unting gumagaan.

Bigla namang tumulo ang luha sa mga mata ni Angel nang marinig niya ang sinabi ni Carter. Rumehistro naman sa gwapong mukha ni Carter ang pag-alala nang makita soyang umiiyak. "Hey, baby, why? Why are you crying? May nasabi ba akong ayaw mo?" walang kaide-ideyang sambit ni Carter na hindi alam kung bakit siya naiyak. "No, Carter. Naiyak lang ako kasi hindi ko akalain na mahal mo rin ako," aniya na nakangiting may luha sa mata.

Angel said while crying and there's even a tear in her left eyes running. Mabilis akong tumango at tinapik-tapik ang likod ng dalaga. "Hey stop crying now, it is fine. Don't cry as if someone's died-" Agad naman itong lumayo sa akin at matatalim ang mga matang sinamaan ako ng tingin.

Ang maitim na pigura nito ay nagpakilabot sa kaniya at iisa lamang ang tao'ng nasa isip niya, ang tao'ng kayang-kayang magparamdam sa kaniya nang ganito — ang tao'ng sarili niyang dugo't laman. At sa hindi mabilang na pagkakataon ay muli siyang umiyak. Ang manipis na kolorete sa kaniyang maamong mukha ay nasira lang ng kaniyang mga luha at hindi na mapigilan ang mabilis na pagtahip ng kaniyang dibdib. Wala siyang magawa. Wala ring silbi ang ganda ng kaniyang suot na damit kung mababahiran din lamang ito ng mga maruruming kamay.

"Recurring. Vivid." "Would you like to describe them?" For a moment, Damon hesitated. Napatingin siya sa malayo, sa dingding na may watercolor painting ng isang tanawin. Walang emosyon sa mukha niya, pero ang mga daliri niya ay bahagyang kumilos sa ibabaw ng folder na hawak niya. "There’s a woman," aniya. "She’s crying. I never see her face, not clearly. Pero ramdam ko 'yung lungkot. Hindi lang lungkot... desperation. Fear."

Your tears will only encourage them more to hurt you. Kapag umiyak ka, ikaw ang talo. That's why for me, crying is a sign of weakness. Because it's a solid proof that they could hurt you like how they want it. That they have some power over you. That they could crush your heart easily and you couldn't even do anything about it.

Unrequitted love really sucks? It's too painful to the point that I can't do anything! Inis kong pinunasan ang mukha ko dahil basang-basa na pala ng luha. My shoulder is now shaking... turning upside down so I tried to calm myself but my body didn't want! "Stop crying!" His voice thundered. I just can't help it! Ang heartless mo talaga! Hindi ako nakinig sa kaniya. My tears is now rolling on my cheeks like there's no tommorrow.

Ni-hindi ko man lang naramdaman ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko. What the hell am I even crying for? -x

Tumingin ako sa taas nang lumabo na rin ang mata ko dahil sa luha. I don't want to see anyone suffering in pain. I hate it. I hate how they feel sad. I hate the thought of it. I hate being sad and in pain so much that it envelopes me and swallow me. Maybe that's why I'm a pushover, maybe that's why I can't say no to anyone. Isang nakabibinging tunog ang narinig namin. Kasunod no'n ang katahimikan. Kumalas sa akin si Chryszyler sa pagkakayakap. He's still crying. So am I...

"I'll never walk again until you come back to me I'm down on bended knee." tumayo ako mula sa kama at naglakad papunta sa lamesa dahil baka magising pa siya. Habang nakaupo ako ay nakatitig pa rin ako sakaniya habang patuloy na kumakanta at umiiyak, F-ck. I don't f-cking care if they call me gay or what because I'm always crying like a baby. When I cry it's never a trickle and it never starts in my eyes. It begins as a feeling in my chest and a sadness in my brain. The leaking water is only a blessed release, it's one way my body chooses to cope and I guess it's a way to communicate too, whether I want to or not.