Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

*** "Tell me he did not just do that to you?" Cara's voice is cracking and the look on her face is angry. "And tell me I did not just watch him do that to you?" She's almost crying and that just makes me burst out into tears myself. My best friend wraps her arms around me and she grants me access to her shoulder so I can cry into it. My eyes burn and the back of my throat is raw. Humiliation is always a bitter pill to swallow and the aftertaste just makes me cry even more.

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.

“No one is going to give you a prize for not crying. No one is going to praise you or reward you for bottling it all up. So, just cry when you feel like it.” - Yoon Shi Woo, Moorim School: Saga Of The Brave ~ CASPIAN ~ After the procession is over, families gather behind the pyres of their fallen. Some are carrying flowers. Others are holding their children too close, as if letting go for even a moment might invite Thanox to strike again. Their faces are streaked with tears, their voices crying out names that will never be forgotten.

I deactivated my social media accounts except for my Twitter account that became my virtual diary. I am indulging myself with tv series I can watch on Netflix. Some series there has a moral lesson that also made me realize about small things. At times like this, we need to change. “Tears can be teachers if we let them” I saw a phrase on the internet. I instantly took a screenshot of it. This quote is realistic. If we let our tears be our teachers, then it will teach us a lot of lessons in life. Crying doesn’t mean a person is weak. Crying is a way where we need to let go of the pain, sadness, and anger in our hearts. After we cry, everything will be okay.

Additional Chapter 2: Part B * Nothing is impossible. ---- a quote from, Alice in the wonderland. * *** " Why are you crying, Mom? " Caleb's sultry voice rang in the living room, jolting her... She had actually, become so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she still had tears in her eyes... Rose who was comforting her earlier had gone to prepare lunch for them as she knew that her friend might not in the mood to...

I offered him a sad smile. Well I was still thinking that I was seeing his spirit or something. “Please tell me you are not a ghost and you are not going to disappear when a light shoots through the sky like the soppy movies” I said. He chuckled. I gave him an amused smile. “Alexandra, what did I tell you about crying?” “Crying is for wusses and if you want to be strong block your heart and swallow your emotions” I quote it “now please tell me you are not a ghost. Please” I shouted and tried not to cry.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

Li-lah's cries intensified, her tears flowing freely as the weight of the loss pressed down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit. She crumbled to the ground, her entire body quaking with grief. The sheer magnitude of her sorrow sent shockwaves through her being, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. Words failed to adequately convey her pain as she sobbed uncontrollably, the sound escaping her in ragged gasps.

The answer eluded me, leaving me frustrated. As tears cascaded down my face, their salty streams mingling with my despair, I couldn't help but cry out in anguish. "Why?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. "Why must we endure such torment? After all the hardships we have faced, can we not find solace and live our lives in peace?"

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.