Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

I tried to hold it back, tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. I broke. Eighteen years of pain, fear, and loneliness poured out of me in rough, shaking sobs. Zara didn’t say a anything. She just wrapped her arms around me and held me tight while I broke down When I finally stopped crying, the moon had risen fully, painting everything in silver light. Zara was still beside me, one arm around my shoulders, quietly humming something under her breath. “Sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracked. “Don’t be sorry for crying,” she said gently. “You’ve been through enough to deserve it.”

Chapter 1: Now ٥٠一٠一٠٥ S E A ٥٠一٠一٠٥ "Jack, you punk! Don't die for now!" With all my might, I shouted my aching heart out. I constantly catch and wipe the salty tears and sticky mucus that comes out of my eyes and nose. Oh god, I know I'll be having a hard time cleaning my nasal cannula but I don't care! I have to cry. I need to shed all my tears out cause if not, otherwise, my heart will hurt even more!

"I'm just embarrassed that you saw me cry. I'm not supposed to be weak." I grab her hand. "Quinn, since when is someone who is sad or crying a weak person? Sadness is a form of emotion and crying is a way of expressing that emotion. Weakness is when you're helpless and it's not a feeling. At this point, does it sound the same? It doesn't, does it?" She looked at me without blinking. I thought it was because she felt more sad, but it turned out to be because she wanted to hit my head afterwards.

She clutched the picture, her knuckles white, her vision blurring as tears welled, hot and stinging. Zara sank to the floor, the picture clutched to her chest, and sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body, tears streaming down her face, wetting the glass of the frame. She cried for the naive girl in the picture, for the friendship she had lost, for the love that had been a lie, for the pain she had endured. She cried until her throat was raw, her eyes swollen, and exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep right there on the floor, the photograph still clutched in her hand.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I finally feel so loved.” ****

The woman said to herself, "Right, right. It's only right that I hate him. I'm not crying, I'm not crying." The woman who said, "I'm not crying," just couldn't stop her tears, "What's this?" She raised her hand, wiping the wetness from her face as if she didn't recognize it, and foolishly looked up to Vivian, who was just as anxious across the room: "I'm glad I don't love that man any more; that man has nothing to do with me any more. I'm so happy I'm dying of joy." She grinned, a thousand times harder to pull out a smile, desperately trying to turn the corners of her mouth upward, but why did she feel so heavy at the corners, as if a thousand-pound scale were hanging downward?

~ Zelda's cries echoed through the room, a storm of tears streaming down her face. The image of Celine and Ermanno's I*******m post burned into her mind, a brutal reminder of her heartbreak. "He chose her," she sobbed, her words barely coherent through the wracking sobs that wrung her body. "Why not me? Why couldn't he love me?" The pain twisted inside her, ripping at the fragile threads of her self-worth. "He didn't even want me," she whispered, her voice raw with anguish.

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

She was the one who had breathed life into my cold, empty world without even doing much. I remembered the way she would look at me with those soft, understanding eyes. She always knew when something was bothering me, even when I hadn’t said a word. She’d sit quietly beside me, listening to my worries and frustrations, offering nothing but her presence until I was ready to talk. And when I finally spoke, she always knew the right things to say. Words that were calm, clear, like the answer I hadn’t even known I needed.

" No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, " I carried him through my arms and brought him inside his room, he is still crying. Someone told me that crying is a sign that you are