Crying Quotations Novels & Stories

she said "No way I'm letting you see my ugly face......it's wrong for you to even see me cry" I said "Why? Because you feel I'll think you're a chicken?" She asked and folded her arms "Yeahh______something like that. You know the saying 'boys don't cry' most people take it serious" I put my fingers up for the quotation "Fallacy that......boys are human too, and crying is also a way of expressing one's self. It's just like saying don't laugh when something is amusing and funny to you" she explained

Incapacitating her. “I’m so sorry…” It was the only thing she said—the only words she could say. I cried even more, this time quietly. I let Lady Sadness take hold of my heart. I cannot stop these feelings of anguish and dismay from boiling inside me. ‘Just cry,’ the voice commanded. ‘Pain always lightens when you let it sink deeper.’ “Ahhh!” I shrieked, willing that anger to escape from my chest and be turned into a cry of heartache.

Never Again 🌷 “When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.” -Lemony Snicket ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

“WHY WHY WHY!!!! WHY ME!!!” His screams tore through the air, raw and heart-wrenching, each cry laden with agony, echoing the depths of his shattered heart. With fists clenched, he pounded against the floor, each blow a desperate plea to reverse the cruel hand of fate. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss.

Yours forever, Zander Tears spring from my eyes and don’t stop until I can’t cry any more tears.

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

“Scream. Cry. Hate me.” The room spins, my head a whirlwind of emotions. I can’t breathe, can’t think clearly. The tears keep coming, and every sob feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside out. I shake my head, my voice choked with grief and rage. “Shut up, you fucking monster!” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. “All along, I thought you were a good man. You accepted me... and now I realize how stupid I was.” The words pour out of me, each one more painful than the last. “You ruined my fucking life, Carter!”