It's Okay To Cry Quote Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I told you to face reality—but I never told you to stop feeling. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel.” He exhaled slowly. “You’re human. Not a robot. And I understand how hard that was for you… pretending you didn’t know the person you wanted to run to and hold.” My lips trembled. And just like that... the tears fell. Because he was right. It was so hard. “Besides… if you cry, it only means one thing—you’re still alive. So let it all out.” When he said that, something in me broke. The tears came harder.

“It’s okay to cry.” And I did. I cried until there was nothing left.

It’s a quiet kind of support, but it can mean the world to someone in pain. And that's exactly what I was trying to do. All of a sudden , a small laugh escaped her lips. “I'm crying!” She stated, like I didn't see her. “I'm such a cry baby!” She whispered in a low voice and I couldn't help but smile. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “No, you are not!” I answered and she exhaled sharply. “It's normal and natural to grieve. We are not robots after all, so don't feel guilty about it.”

" I remember, 'Don't say hello unless you're prepared for heartbreak.' I cried as I hugged Carey back. The following day, Carey, "Hello, Jenny! Do you feel any better now?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Your black bags under your eyes indicate otherwise. Your eyes are bright red. Did you cry the entire night?" "I didn't," I said, covering my eyes with my palm. She took my hand and said, "Girl, don't lie. It is acceptable to cry. It's okay to be this way, but it's not okay to let go in this way." "What exactly are you saying?"

Everything I couldn't put into words sometimes, she did, and amazingly so. “I'm proud of you too, Grace. We've come a long way, haven't we?” I said, becoming teary-eyed. She truly meant a lot to me, more than she'd ever truly know. “Just look at us, tears leaking at the slightest opportunity.” She laughed as she and I tried to wipe the tears threatening to spill out of our eyes. “This is supposed to be a happy day, and here you go, making me cry.” “But tears are healthy. A professional once said they were,” I said, quoting her and wondering if she'd catch on. I knew she did when she began to laugh too, clapping her hands in remembrance.

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.

"If you drink alcohol to lessen the pain then I have a better idea. You should cry instead. It won't take away the pain but it will lessen it a lot." "But no, why would you cry? You have to show that you are a strong man and man doesn't cry!" "It's okay, you can cry, I won't judge you! It's normal to cry. Crying doesn't mean you are weak, it means you have a heart that can feel emotions!" She smiled, explaining to him while he was looking at her like a hungry predator who was longing for his prey. She went out of the room to keep the box outside in a hidden place so that he doesn't start drinking again.

Sarah nodded, she couldn't say a word, because Sarah's tears welled up, she covered her face and sobbed. Sarah cried so loudly, her cry was like a baby's. Sarah couldn't contain her emotions. For her, it was a huge shock. Layla watched Sarah's actions, she didn't know what to do but hug Sarah and comfort her. Layla's voice was softer, she said, "Alright. Everything is solvable. If you want to cry, cry, cry a lot. The person next to you is me, you don't have to be afraid, live with your feelings. Cry, cry a lot."

I shrugged. Cassidy sighed, closing her eyes. I saw a single tear slip down her cheek and couldn’t help myself. I reached out and wiped it away with my thumb. “It’s okay, Cass. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay if they are tears of sadness, pain, or just frustration.” “What about all the above?” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes were still closed, but she didn’t pull away from my touch as I kept stroking her cheek.

"If you want to cry, just let it out." I looked up in a panic, unexpectedly meeting Nicholas's worried gaze. He pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving with Tabitha. Once their figures disappeared from my view, I helplessly let out a wail. For years, even in my most fragile moments, I had told myself not to cry. I knew crying wouldn't solve anything—it only made me look weak. I thought that holding back emotions would make me stronger. But today, someone told me, "If you want to cry, just let it out."