Novel & Cerita Crying Metaphors

Eyes that were not quite eyes followed every motion of her breath. > “All right,” Mira said, trying to sound like a patient teacher instead of someone mentoring a reality-bending toddler. “Lesson one: emotional regulation.” > I don’t understand the term. > “Obviously. Okay—humans feel things, but we don’t let those things turn the weather purple.” > Purple is pretty. > “It’s catastrophic.” > So is love. Mira sighed. “Oh, wonderful, you’ve discovered poetry again.” From behind her, Adrian cleared his throat. “Maybe try… smaller metaphors?”

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps I can credit this natural passivity with my willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach me more about my true nature and how fragile we humans are. It is only natural to cry when we feel cold. Look up to the clouds, Jethro, they do it too. When they feel cold the water molecules lose energy and condense into droplets. Don't those droplets water the land? Don't they bring us healthy plants and food? Crying, my boy, is the same. It puts you in touch with all the goodness inside of you. That is why God loves the sound of a broken heart. He would have spared you the pain if He coul

I smiled through the ache in my chest and gently took his face in both my hands, thumbs wiping the fresh tears from under his eyes. "You are human, Lucian. Emotions are part of being human either man, woman, or a fish." He chuckled . I kept wiping his cheeks softly as I spoke. "What about dad. He is so strong. Does he cry?" Lucian whispered. "Your dad is human too. It's okay for him to cry. Hell, if I ever see him cry, I'll clean his pretty face just like this-" I brushed another tear away. "Because when people cry, it doesn't mean they're weak. It just means they've carried a lot... and they've finally had enough."

He seemed to have lost weight, resembling a mere shadow of his former self. Had he always appeared this dreadful? He wondered, leaning against the sink and releasing a heavy sigh. Placing his hands on his face, he stifled a sob that threatened to escape. His fingertips brushed against his cheek, and the tears began to flow uncontrollably. This time, he couldn't contain them any longer. And so, he allowed himself to cry, unleashing his emotions like a child deprived of their beloved toy as a form of punishment.

GABRIELLA Tears after tears, I cry all the pain and try to ease the grief I’m feeling. Of course, grief won’t stop just because I am crying. It won’t stop just because I am choking and sobbing while staring at my father’s tomb. It’s like a flash of nightmares drowning me in insanity when my fear becomes my reality. I’m afraid that he’ll pass away because of our enemies. Ever since I was young, I feared he’ll leave me alone in this world where only he tries to lessen my suffering. I was afraid he’ll leave me with a mother who never gave me the love I thought I desire to have.

Scared of not being able to see his face after I die. My heart hates me for loving him............ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I cried my heart out. My eyes are burning. Feeling dead left all alone in the dark long passage, in the cold starless night. My eyelids become heavy, mind not being able to process anything. The cold night breeze hitting my body made me shudder to the coldness. I hugged myself protectively from the cold breeze. My head slowly rested in the near wall, sleep taking its toll over me. "Hey! Wake up" I could feel a voice reaching out to me in the distance.

I cried about that too. "Maybe that's why I can't cry for mommy. I've spent all the tears on you there's nothing left in the reserve." I laugh like it's the funniest thing on earth. "I wish tears could bring people from the dead. I'd have cried so much my eyeballs would pop out of their sockets." My eyes roll behind my head and I pass out. Cause of death : Despair and anguish.

It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence. But instead of offering comfort or understanding, his voice sliced through the heavy atmosphere, dripping with sadistic amusement. "Oppss... You are crying?" he taunted, relishing in my vulnerability. It was as if my tears were nothing more than a source of entertainment for him, a cruel reminder of my desperation.

CLYONE I closed my eyes even tighter as I leaned my head against the cabinet behind me. I could feel the hot liquid slowly streaming down on my cheeks. Geeze. Here comes the crybaby me again. The song keep blasting really loud as it lingers in my ears. Every word of the lyric fills my head making such a massive impact as if it is embracing the emotions inside me, sympathizing or maybe trying to make me feel better. Unfortunately, it just made the sorrow vivid, not lessen it.

She cried at the sound of gloomy music on the tv and radio. She cried over the fact that she cried and she cried because things lacked substance. Zari felt as if she was moving in slow motion, swimming through a sea of shadows. Then she said, “What an awful Metaphor,” she thought, and then she laughed asking herself, “What is a metaphor? How did I know that word?” Even though she didn't know what the word meant anymore, she had the feeling she'd known it, once before. She'd known a lot of things. Then again, maybe not. Something was wrong with her. Wrong, she thought.