Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

Each cry feels like an attempt to let out the pain that's taken hold of me. Nana Joyce, her eyes showing the sadness mirrored on my face, comes closer with a gentle touch. Her hands, marked by years and wisdom, try to comfort me as I give in to the flood of sorrow. In that moment, this mystical room becomes a place for my tears, where the sound of desperation fills the air. It's heavy with the burden of dreams that won't come true, and here I am, on the floor, shattered and inconsolable, grieving not just for Calhoun but for the broken pieces of what we once hoped for.

I wanted to break free, to scream, but the lessons had taken that away from me too. *** I turned to see tears streaming down Lyron's face. “Please don't cry for me. It's just sad if you do.” “But–” “Shhh.” “O–ok,continue.”

I am scratching an itch that is buried under my skin. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Tears leak from my eyes. They are hot, tracking through the dust on my face. I am crying because I am alone. I am crying because I am free. I am crying because freedom feels like freezing to death in a box of rocks. I imagine Ciro watching me. His black eyes dark with that terrifying, protective intensity. You're mine, his ghost whispers. You belong to the lost things. I arch my back. My head hits the underside of the sarcophagus.

If anyone didn’t deserve to die, it was her. It was then that something in him broke and he knew he’d never be the same again. The pain, the agony crashed into him with such force that he staggered. His lungs were gasping for air and his heart screamed in anguish as darkness closed in on him. Her words seemed to float up to him from another time, another world. “Crying is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you’ve been strong for too long…” And so Lucas fell to his knees and wept.

“Just cry this once if there’s anything else that you’re sad about. I will never let you cry again in the future.” Evelyn felt a lump in her throat and almost shed tears again. His words were touching. ‘I will never let you cry again.’ It might seem like a simple sentence, but it contained a heavy commitment. Sometimes, a person would not cry just because she had been wronged, but because she felt extremely moved as well.

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

she sat down and began to cry worse. ***** Running as fast as she could, Loathefiya 's feet got trapped with a stone and she was crushed on the ground. She began to cry loudly cause her thumbnail broke and was bleeding. A man passing by shouted at her "Shut up you little kid!" Her cry suddenly stopped with fear turning into weeping. The man went away angrily. She got up in pain and said "I'll go back to get help" She walked back on her way home in pain and slowly, step by step. Tears nonstop floated in pain.

You aren't just my world, you are my world. Chloe tears were falling fast and he wiped them. Why are you crying? Jackson said, I didn’t mean to make you cry… Happy tears, she smiled, you are my world too Jackson.

Cry? Someone is crying!? But who is crying in my consciousness!?

Quiet sobs quickly turned into uncontrollable cries, and I pressed my hand to my mouth to stifle the sound. Leaning against the cold wall of the hallway, I let everything pour out—my fear, my frustration, my exhaustion. I wasn’t just crying for my mother; I was crying for us, for the life we were barely holding together. The weight of our situation bore down on me like an anchor, and for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to feel the full depth of my despair.