It's Okay To Cry Quote Novels & Stories

Adro said. With teary eyes, Grace nodded once. "Thank you, Adro," she said. Then she wiped the corners of her eyes while chuckling. "Oh my... I'm such a crybaby. It’s just an injured ankle during class. Why should I cry it out? Please forgive me." "I won't judge your problems. Everyone has a reason to shed tears, even for small things." Adro replied. "That's a wise quote," Grace said. Then she made a long exhale. "It seems you'll make my day,"

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

My eyes swelled with tears, I needed Jack here, he was the only one I had left. “Sure, Don. When do you suggest I come?” He asked me, he could already see how disorganized I was. “Anytime you can. I'll be waiting” “I'll come” “Meeting adjourned” And I ended the video call. I hated the feeling, but I couldn't help it. Although godfather had said men are not supposed to cry when he saw me crying next to his deathbed, I just could not help but cry. Sometimes it's okay to cry, Grace had also said.

Jenna was outside the room, crying as she made calls, trying to find another solution. Rebecca, still in tears, pleaded, "Spencer, stop being stubborn! Your life is at stake. Please just get the surgery, and I promise I won't bother you anymore." I kept silent, my face hard as stone. Brianna opened her mouth a few times but ultimately waved Rebecca away when she saw the expression on my face. Once Rebecca left, Brianna smiled, trying to reassure me. "It's alright. It's just a kidney transplant. Jenna's family owns a pharmaceutical group; making a call is all it'll take."

Even though he remembers Brady when he sees Khali, he feels something is missing, and it's Brady. "I'm sorry," Khali suddenly said. "Why are you saying sorry?" Rye said "Because I cried. It's embarrassing that you saw me so weak." Khali said. "You should have done that a long time ago. At Brady's funeral, you also kept yourself from crying." Rye said. "It's normal to cry. It's not as if you're crying because you're weak. Crying is a sign in your body that you have to breathe. You are only human; you get tired and hurt, and all you must do is cry. By doing this, you will feel lighter in your heart."

Green handed Cherry a bottle of mineral water so she could cool down a little bit, then put a tissue in front of her. Cherry took a bottle and a tissue, drank it a little and then wiped the remnants of the water hanging from her eyelids. "Thanks, Green." Green nodded with a slight smile and then said something, "if anything hurts you so much, it's okay to cry. Everyone has their own problem, and everyone has the same right to shed tears over their problem."

Lake said so Rue almost scolded him. "The one who didn't cry when her girlfriend left him." Strait, who was just quiet a while ago, said. There was a wide smirk on their lips as they looked at Lake now. "Awwe," River said with a smirk, who was also happy that Lake was being teased. “Crying doesn't mean you're weak. It's actually fine to cry,” Rue said. "Right, no to toxic masculinity," Black said so we immediately agreed. I just smiled too because the ending smile is on Lake's lips.

“You okay?” “I think so,” I said honestly. “It’s just… everything feels a little upside down. Like I stepped into someone else’s life and forgot to bring my map.” She smiled, a knowing kind of smile. “I know that feeling,” she said. “But if it helps… you seem to be handling it better than most would.” I laughed under my breath. “You’d be surprised what I’ve cried about in the last seven days.” “Crying’s not weakness,” she said. “It’s just the body’s way of wringing itself out. Clears space for what comes next.”

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

I let him cry for a minute until he broke away from the hug. "I'm sorry...I'm such a gay for crying over a dead person—" "No, no. That's not true. It's okay to cry, just because you're a man doesn't mean you're not allowed to cry. In fact, you are not human if you don't cry. You went through a lot, someone betrayed you and at the same time, you also lost someone important in your life," I said to him with a smile. I slowly raised my hand to wipe his tears, as I was doing so, he held my hand. "Thank you, Janiyah... Thank you for listening. I owe you for this.”