Crying Silently Quotes 소설 & 이야기

Bullshit. Nagmadali akong umalis at umuwi, trying to stop my pain, my tears from coming out. Kailanman, hindi ako umiyak. Kayang-kaya kong pigilan ang mga luha ko. No one will see me cry, no one will see me weak. I know it's good for the soul, but crying for me means you're letting someone make you feel vulnerable. I won't give anyone satisfaction by hurting me. They don't deserve that kind of joy. They don't deserve to see me cry.

I already learned my lesson but the scars still give me fear and doubt. I can still love but….maybe not now Because I cannot handle another pain Napabuntong hininga nalang ako at kinuha ang cellphone ko. Vinideohan ko ang pag-ulan bago nag log-in muli sa aking account at ipost ang video na kinuha ko. Hindi na ako nag-abalang maglagay ng caption, sometimes we only need silence to be understood…we do not need to explain everything and please everyone. “Galit ka pa ba?” tanong ni Clout

Mabilis kong pinunasan ang luhang pumatak sa aking mga mata I don't want to be here anymore. This is freakingly suffocating the hell out of me. Please, someone get me out of here. My heart still pounding so hard. I hate this kind of feeling! I don't want this. I'm fine now, I started to move on... to live my life without him. Ci, get me out of here. But why the freaking freak am I crying?

Awkward silence surrounded us. "Don't cry, Van." Yohanne, sabay tapik sa likod ko. Hinampas ko siya ng unan sa ulo. Bwisit. "I won't cry. I'm done with crying. It's about fighting now." I looked at Izaac who's looking at me. And I don't know why but my tears fall one by one. "Akala ko ba hindi ka iiyak?" Paris. Hindi ko siya pinansin. Hinawakan ko ang kamay ni Izaac at hinalikan.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile, like a single word could shatter everything they had left. Ang galit ay naging luha, at ang luha ay naging tahimik na sigaw. It was no longer just a fight, it was a storm years in the making, and neither of them knew if they could survive it. "A-Alys saw you with Zyril and probably with your daughter, she is crying right now because her dad is fvcking hurting her. Gusto niyang umuwi to see you, to be with you, to fvcking hug you, yet look what is happening, she is fvcking crying becasue of you," tuloy tuloy na sambit niya, halos hindi na makahinga sa pagitan ng mga salita. The pain in her chest was too much to bear, every word cutting th

The familiar ding came, and as the doors slid open, I stepped inside, clutching my composure like fragile glass. The moment they closed behind me, silence enveloped the small space. It wrapped around me like a cruel reminder that I was finally alone. Doon na bumigay ang lahat. My chest heaved as hot tears spilled, tracing burning paths down my cheeks. I pressed my palms against the cold steel walls, hoping the chill would numb me, pero lalo lang nitong pinaalala kung gaano kalamig ang mundo kapag wala siya. Through my blurred eyes, my reflection stared back, cracked, warped, and unrecognizable.

Minsan sa buhay, kung ano pang pinipigilan mong mangyari ay iyon ang mangyayari. Katulad nalang ng mga luha ni April. She really tried her best to not cry, para ipakita ditong matapang siya. Na hindi na siya nasasaktan sa mga nangyari sa kanila. Because for her, crying is a sign of weakness. Pero ang hindi alam ni April, crying is a manifesto that you’re just a human. You have emotions, emotions that can easily cloud your decisions.

Napasinghap naman siya at patuloy pa rin sa pag iyak. "You didn't like my jokes and that makes me cry, I feel like a shit when you just ignore me." Umiiyak niyang sabi, tiningnan ko siya habang patuloy pa rin sa pagtulo ang mga luho niya "I just want to say sorry but you said.. just eat and be silent" "I don't want to be ignored by someone! It really hurt me a lot" paliwanag niya. Pinunasan ko ang mga luha niya at patuloy lang sa pagyakap sa kaniya.

Before walking out, she added, “If you can’t choose me when it’s hard, don’t tell me you love me when it’s quiet.” ---

“Not when we’re both not ok. Not when every word we say hurts more than it helps.” “Rosie—” “Please,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Let me breathe.” A moment of silence. Painful silence. That kind of silence that feels like something’s been shattered between you. Kuya swallowed hard. Kita ko kung paano lumambot ang mata niya sandali… pero agad din itong napalitan ng isang bagay na mas masakit: Pride. “Fine,” he said quietly. Too quietly. “Kung ’yan ang gusto mo.”