Novel & Cerita Crying Quotations

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

Vanessa treated her as her sister. Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cr

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

"If you're crying because the world is cruel, I'll be the shoulder. But if you're crying because of something I did... then I’ve failed. I don't want that on my record. It will be better you rather kill me instead of crying over me." I swallowed hard, the pen feeling heavy in my hand. "That's er...er...Cillian..." I nodded slowly. " I won't cry." "Please don't." He quipped with a wink, "It breaks my heart when you cry like that. I thought my heart was ripped apart when you had to cry so hard as we came home. Please don't do that to me, I can't..." He almost felt like breaking, I could see that, I stretched out my hand to hold his, "Your turn. What else?" He said trying to brighten up.

hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm. Crying my heart out, I just cant do anything right now, I want to go home...hmmmmm I dont want here anymore...hmmmm everytime things keeps getting worst, Amber always there for me...she love me...she makes me feel that, I am the one she loves...now why? hmmmm...why do I need to go back to this pain again...I just escaped...hmmmm I just escaped this...hmmm why? why do I need to be like this...hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm... While sitting and crying, suddenly someone knock the door.

I sobbed, not just cried, no, I was full on snotty nose, fat juicy tears ,and moaning wales that heaved my whole body up and down. I cried for Charlie, my best friend, the only one who laughed at my jokes and was willing to poke fun at our shared pain. I cried for Sammy and Sydney, the twins, (honestly still surprised by that) and for the good life they used to have and lost. I cried for me, for my pathetic meaningless existence that I hated.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Mateo. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

Not now! "Cry if you want", Zoya whispered when she was not even watching me. She was still not facing me. It surprised me. "You mother definitely never said those overrated lines that men don't cry. She might have told you, humans cry when they feel something heavy on their hearts" Her words forced me to release the tears that I was holding back. "You're right", my voice broke. "She never said those common overrated words" "I'm sorry", she mumbled after a while when I was cleaning my tears.

All she could do was cry. “Silly girl, what are you crying for?” he asked while wiping her tears away with his thumb. “Are you an idiot?” Crystal shouted. “Who would stab themselves to make a point. That was so stupid of you, and now you won’t even let me get a doctor!”

Mom… I shout and shout but I can't hear my voice. And so, I feel a warm liquid touching the skin aroun my eyes. Damn, am I crying?