Crying Metaphors Novels & Stories

I spat with venom. I was stepping closer to him, fire in my eyes, heart beating like a drum inside my chest. "What did you do?" I yelled, cracking at the seams. The tears started streaming, flooding down my face like a river. "After everything I did for you," I sobbed, my voice breaking off. "After all the sacrifices I made for you...". The words went on, gliding into a world of water and heartbreak.

She clutched the picture, her knuckles white, her vision blurring as tears welled, hot and stinging. Zara sank to the floor, the picture clutched to her chest, and sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body, tears streaming down her face, wetting the glass of the frame. She cried for the naive girl in the picture, for the friendship she had lost, for the love that had been a lie, for the pain she had endured. She cried until her throat was raw, her eyes swollen, and exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep right there on the floor, the photograph still clutched in her hand.

You're repulsive and a curse on my life. Marco appeared completely broken as he stumbled away. He took a couple of steps and then abruptly glanced back over his shoulder. He called out to me, just like the way he used to, and said, "You're the only person I've ever loved. I know that doesn't mean anything to you now, but it's the truth, Lina." He smiled faintly as tears streamed down his face. "I-I just didn't understand how to love a person." He turned and walked away after saying that, never once looking back this time.

It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see. When she cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. She would clasp onto her legs for support, and even the grasses. The sobs were stifled at first as she attempted to hide her grief, then overcome by the wave of her emotions she would break down entirely, all her defences washed away in those salty tears. Her face looked like one who had suffered before and didn't know if she could do it again.

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

Once I was in the shower, I strained to turn on the water. Cold. Like I was on the inside. Dead like my soul. I sat against the wall, pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t cry, though. I didn’t have the right to. It felt like I had brought this upon me. If I hadn’t fought… And how was I going to cry when I had no tears left? This had happened to me before and probably was going to happen to me at some point in the future again. What was the use of crying? How was crying going to do me any good?

Ana runs to me and kneels beside me. Some have control over their tears, others force them to cry. My case is contradictory, I am simply trying to stop crying. There are no sobs, there are no screams, there are just tears of pain. There are pains in the form of crying, in the form of tears, those that flood inside with sorrow and outside with water. These are the worst.

If only I was loved the way my mother loved my money, I wouldn’t mind giving her everything. I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with some piece of cloth. My eyes were heavy still, I have been crying them out for a while now. But the call was the trigger. it's already getting me off mood and so pissed, making me want to cry more and more.

“WHY WHY WHY!!!! WHY ME!!!” His screams tore through the air, raw and heart-wrenching, each cry laden with agony, echoing the depths of his shattered heart. With fists clenched, he pounded against the floor, each blow a desperate plea to reverse the cruel hand of fate. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss.

when people cry it doesn't mean they are weak, it only means that they had been strong for a very long time. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I-I failed you mom...I promised t-that I-I would take care of e-everyone but I failed! I'm sorry...I'm sorry" the tears started flowing on their own accord. I looked at the glaring moon " Are you happy?huh? Moon Goddess are you happy?!" As usual no reply. I couldn't help but chuckle... " Hey! Shut up in there!...crazy little mutt" a guard yelled and hit my cell door. It only made me laugh and cry harder.