Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

"You are the best thing that happened to my life. You brought out the happiness inside me that no one else could bring it out. You brought out the best version of me that no one else could make me do so. You made me do things that I have never done before, but to you only. Clyone, you made everything in me enchantic. You are the very very very best moment in my life that I will treasure ever. Baby, don't cry with mucus on. It's disgusting." Despite of my face being soaked with my own tears and myself letting out silent sobs, I couldn't help, but laugh after of what you said. You just won't let me cry in peace, will you? You always break the drama with your puns. Geeze. I cannot with you.

I wailed at the top of my voice until my throat felt like it was bruised and my voice cracked. I coughed and recoiled, hot tears streaming down my face as I fell back on the floor. “What do you want from me?” My words faltered as I broke down in tears, clutching my chest tightly as the tears poured out even more. “Jonathan please… help me” I sobbed softly into empty space, lowering my aching head. Hours stretched and I had lost my voice already. My eyes burned from all that crying, my strength waned and thirst clawed at me.

I was crying in pain and pleasure. * #TBC

He was still deeply saddened by what had happened some time ago. Ivo, who was driving the car, was startled. He gently stroked his friend's shoulder to calm him down. "Of course you can. It's perfectly normal, you're human too. No one forbids you from crying even if you feel like you are the worst person in the world." Cylo looked away from Ivo. His tears flowed even more profusely. He became even more sad until he finally bowed his head and cried silently.

I really hope his mother gets better though, I wish it isn't a life-threatening illness. Cecilia sat beside me, her presence a comforting embrace. She finally spoke "I heard tears are like therapy," she said awkwardly making a chuckle leave my mouth amidst the tears as I dried my tears "I am such a crybaby aren't I?" I asked while she shocks her head in disapproval "I cry all the time for no reason, I cried this morning for misplacing a step," she said smiling "Can you not rant out to your friends that I cried today?" I said

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

I felt like I was searching for something, but I didn't know what it was or where to find it. The tears kept flowing, streaming down my face like a river. I was crying for Bridgette, for the pain she had endured and the loss she had suffered. I was crying for myself, for the confusion and uncertainty that was plaguing me. And I was crying for something more, something deeper and more profound.

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.

I cried out loud and I couldn't stop crying. Tears welled up in my eyes as I cried out in pain. "Do I have to die to stop my suffering?!" I shouted and sat on the ground. I was sobbing thinking about my life. I pity myself. I’ve never been happy for myself, I don’t know when I’ll be happy.