Crying Silently Quotes Novels & Stories

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.”

' Hindi ko na alam. Ang hirap na naman huminga. Palagi na lang. Bakit kasi gano'n? I cried in silence in the dark. Ang mahinang iyak ko lang maririnig sa buong silid. Masakit sa dibdib, sa ilong, sa lalamunan, sa ulo, at lahat-lahat na.

madiing sabi ko. “Crying is not a sign of weakness. Crying is for strong individuals who are fighting a silent battle inside them. Even if you cry in front of me, still, you are the toughest and strongest woman I know since childhood.” Nakangiting lumapit sa’kin si Benj, nakasuksok ang dalawa niyang kamay sa bulsa ng jeans niya. Pabiro niyang inilapit ang balikat niya sa mukha ko. “I am here, you can lean of my shoulder.”

It's raw, everything, raw tears, raw emotions. "I know how hard it is to be that strong for everyone. I know how hard it is to care so deeply. I know none of it is easy having a fragile heart in a cruel world that does everything to try and make you cold." I can't stop... I can't stop. Why can I not stop crying? "Nandito ako, naniniwala ako sayo, Aviona. Ipaglalaban kita. Please, wag mo akong pagdudahan. Hindi kita pababayaan."

I love the rain, the sound, the smell, the feeling it makes you feel na para bang alam niya 'yong kalungkutan na nararamdaman mo and it's there to comfort you. Sining Fedeli: The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never lost that it can't be found... I send him an inspirational quote na sinearch ko pa sa g****e. He replied at nagsend pa ako ulit. I tried to call him dahil baka he needed to hear my voice. Baka lang naman he wanted to talk and I'm free to be his listener whenever.

I whispered, walang lakas ko na rin siyang binitawan at sinapo ang bibig para pigilan ang pag-iyak but I just broke down, as much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. Agad naman nag iba ang ekspresyon ng muka nito saakin at mabilis akong kinabig para yakapin. "Sssh, I'm sorry.." he whispered back. I sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his T-shirt. Gusto kong umiyak ng umiyak, yung wala ng matitira pang luha sa mga mata ko nang sa ganon ay wala na rin ang sakit dito sa puso ko. Ilang minuto pa kaming ganoon bago ako kumalas dito at pahirin ang mga luha.

Some look shocked and the others look amazed. Ang bigat ng paghinga ko at lalong bumibigat habang naaalala ko ang mga nangyari. Umupo ako nang tahimik matapos kong makapagsalita. Silence strikes everyone. No one dares to speak. I hate this feeling. I feel like any moment I'm going to cry. “No, stop this nonsense Yumi. Enough of being weak. Enough of being a crybaby,” I said, reprimanding myself in my head.