Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

was all I said but that wasn't all that happened, I felt a warm hand take a soft and gentle grip at my chin and tilted my head to look into perfect glittering eyes. But then that face contorted into somewhat of shock. " Why are you crying, did I say something wrong?" I could only respond by shaking my head with a light tear grazing my cheek. " Then why are you crying?" he asked wiping away the tear with his thumb. Why am I crying? I'm crying cause I'm scarred, I'm crying cause I'm in pain, I'm crying cause I'm hated, I'm crying cause I've been rejected, I've been hit, hurt and torn apart a million ways than I can remember. I'm crying because I'm scared to trust. I'm crying because I'm so ter

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

He kept on looking at me as I had to hide my crying gaze. To my greatest surprise, I was not the only one crying. Every other possible gaze that I could reach also released tears. Some sockets were yet to fall theirs...thereby hanging it around to showcase for the sorrowful moments. ~ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒⁿ~

I whispered, my voice shaking, "d-destiny can be cruel and unpredictable. Your mother was taken away from us too soon, leaving behind an emptiness that nothing else can fill. But she lives on in our memories and the love we carry for her." Tears welled up in Athro's eyes, cascading down his cheeks and falling like raindrops, encapsulating the grief he had yet to fully comprehend. In that moment, I realized the weight of my words, the heaviness in my heart, and the burden I had placed upon his tender shoulders.

“You had a funeral for your chipped nail.” “Also sometimes you cry for hours and but when I ask you why you are crying, you can never remember.” Oh god, this is going to be a long night.

The sky is dark just like the feelings I'm experiencing right now It started to drizzle, I walked near the bench far from the entrance of the hospital, I sat and let the rain flows down to my body, Right now I need to remove all pains disappointments through crying As the rain pour my tears began to crawl down to my lashes I'm tired. I stared at the sky and watched the rain pour down " Mom, are you watching me right now? Can you see how pained I am right now? Should I follow you now? What If I end this suffering would it benefit me? Give me a sign" I said while sobbing I stood up and started walking when I piece of plastic stuck on my shoe, I bent down and remove it, I was about to throw it

I felt her warm tears on my back, on my scars, her warm breath caressing my torn skin. “Are you crying?” I asked. “No,” she sniffled loudly. I smiled sadly, letting her cry on my back. My mother had taught me that the best thing you can do when someone was crying is to let them cry, be there for them, and allow them to say something whatever they wanted to share. “I am glad he’s dead or else…” she threatened in her small voice. I faced her, smiling at her adorably stubborn face. “Or else? What would you do?”

Great now I'm crying. "Thea?"...........

I knelt beside her, my hands hovering helplessly, asking, "Laura, what’s going on? Why are you crying?" Still, she couldn’t respond, her cries echoing in the silence. I repeated my question, but all she could do was whimper, more tears streaming down her face like a river of sorrow. I gently reached over to wipe away her tears, my heart aching for her. "What’s wrong, Laura?" I asked again, my voice soft yet urgent. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a deep, haunting pain, and whispered, "I’m sorry, I’m really sorry."

My vision blurred, the room around me melting into nothing but a suffocating void of grief. I dug my fingers into my scalp, nails biting into my skin as I let out a guttural, broken scream. "WHY?!" My voice shattered the silence, raw and desperate. "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?!" My sobs racked my body, my heart crumbling under the weight of my loss. Why did I have to suffer like this? Why did the world take everything from me? Why was the universe so cruel? *** Tears streamed down my face, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. I wanted to scream louder, to unleash all the unbearable pain consuming me, but the only sound that escaped my lips was a broken sob—weak, full of de