Novel & Cerita It's Okay To Cry Quote

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

The tears I tried not to show but you can force a smile and not a tear. "It's okay to cry" I could hear Jake's voice in my head.The tears fell immediately. "Goodbye" I turned,walked slowly and then ran. **I'm trying to smile,to keep it going.But it's hurts so much**

I reply quickly still hiding my face as the tears kept flowing. "Okay fine, it’s okay not to share but you really should not be crying. Everyone has problems but instead of crying, focus that energy on trying to be happy. I’m saying it’s wrong to cry though but I personally don’t believe crying helps in any way.” He says and I could tell from the way he spoke that he was also upset about something.

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

I didn’t realize that the two tumultuous years affected Erin, too. Tears welled in my eyes. “I am sorry,” I told her, cupping her cheeks tenderly. Erin pouted her cute lips. “Why say sorry, mommy? You said if we are sad or unhappy, we let it out and cry.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and laughed awkwardly before joining her. “.... because crying does not make us weak. It was a release.” We both chimed in. I always tell her that it is okay to cry when you stumble and fall. Then afterward, pick yourself up and start again like nothing happened.

" If you insist." He blew his nose into the shirt. It was long and loud. When he was done, he stood up and dropped the top into his dustbin. "How do you feel now?" " I feel better. Thank you Derrick." " I told you, crying is good. Anytime you feel heavy or sad, find somewhere quiet and cry your eyes out. It always does the trick." "You must have cried a lot." " I have done my share." " Would master not be angry if he saw me crying for no reason?"

"I'm okay. Sorry. I just-give me a minute." "Em, you know, it's okay to cry. You don't have to hide anything from me. I'm not going to judge you for having feelings." His thumb swiped away a tear from my cheekbone. "It's healthy to express how you feel. It can actually improve your physical and mental well-being." He gave me a crooked smile. "A very wise naturopathic doctor told me that." "Ha. Very funny." I sucked in a deep breath and then let it out. "I don't cry. Really. I hate to cry, and I never do it. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lavigne. I was carried away." "It's alright, darling. You're very much allowed to cry. Don't think that the saying, 'big men don't cry' is true. It's not. People cry because it's the only thing that can make us feel better. Crying is also one form of surrendering ourselves to God. Always remember that."

It's okay," He says... I disengage the hug and try my eyes immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize "It's okay" He nods quietly. It's okay. I know it is now. But somehow they're not the words I want to hear. But it's okay. Do I want it to not be okay? "Thank you" I say to Evans, drying my eyes. We both remain quiet again and I breathe out a laugh. "I don't know when I became such a cry baby" He smiles, "It's okay, it's okay to cry"

He said in a low voice. A single tear slid down his cheek. Before I knew it, my hand reached up to wipe it away. He caught my hand slowly and averted his gaze. “I'm sorry. I was not supposed to…” “It's okay,” I said softly, cutting his apology. “it's okay to cry sometimes.” I smiled weakly. “Look at me. I do it all the time.” A broken laugh slipped through. “Crying doesn't mean you are weak. It means you are strong enough to admit that it hurts.”