Novel & Cerita Quotes About Crying

"S-Sorry kung kailangan mo pa akong nakita sa ganung sitwasyon" "Celeste, what's wrong with crying in front of me its a big deal for me. Common look at me, I actually love it your being open to me and let me show your tears and weakness to me. Cause most of us are afraid to show their tears to others and either their weakness. That tears is a sign of braveness, its okay to cry than kept it by ourself. Let our tears get all of your pains, kahit sa ganung paraan lang matulungan kita"

Kung may mga bagay man sa buhay ko na nais kung makalimutan yon ay ang mga agam-agam sa puso ko na matagal ko nang dala-dala. Dahil ganun lang kabilis lumipas ang labing limang taon subalit ang lamat nito ay ang araw-araw na pumapatay sa akin. Minsan naisip kong para akong isang basag-basag na baso na pilit na pinag tatagpi-tagpi ang sarili para lang mabuong muli. Gayunpaman, ang malagyan ulit ng tubig ay isang dahilan para muli akong mabasag tulad ng kung paanong araw-araw kung pilit na binubuo ang aking sarili ay pilit din akong winawasak ng masasakit na alaala.

mahinahong saad ni Mercedes habang hinihimas ang balikat ng pamangkin. “But I don’t want mommy and daddy to be sad because I am crying for them,” wika ni Zenie na may halong paggaralgal ang tinig. “Darling, it doesn’t mean that they will get sad because you cry. They will because they left you at such a young age alone.” Paliwanag ni Tita Mercedes. “But…” “Darling, strong girls cry too. Crying is not a weakness—it’s an emotion that a human can express.”

Ni-hindi ko man lang naramdaman ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko. What the hell am I even crying for? -x

Ang kaniyang huling sinabi ay tila isang malakas na sampal na paulit-ulit na umaalingawngaw sa isip ko. "Crying doesn’t pay the bills. It just makes you look pathetic." Gusto kong magalit sa kaniya dahil sa kaniyang kawalan ng puso, pero higit sa galit, ramdam ko ang matinding pagkapahiya. Tama naman siya. Kahit mag-iiyak pa ako ng dugo rito, hindi mabubura ang katotohanang niloko ako ni Evan at hindi mababawasan ang singil sa ospital ni Nico.

Kaagad niyang pinunasan ang mga luha niya at hinalikan niya ang noo ko pagkatapos. "Sorry if a man like me was crying in front of you. I know it's so gay to see this but I can't help it. Shit!" Umiwas siya ng tingin sa akin at pinunasan ulit ang mga luha niyang patuloy pa rin sa pagpatak. "It's okay to cry, Eli. Hindi naman ibig sabihin na lalake ka ay hindi ka na pwedeng umiyak. Nasaktan kita at hindi kita masisisi kung bakit ka umiiyak ngayon."

Sabi nila real man don't cry for himself but with this too much pain and loneliness inside me, it's hard to escape and to cry is the only way to lighten my pain. "Are you crying?" Napalingon ako. "Evone!" "Sorry kung pumasok na agad ako, bukas kasi ang pinto," paliwanag niya. "It's okay." Pinunas ko ang mga luha ko damit ang likod ng palad. "Hindi ko inaasahang ganito kita maabutan," saad niya at umupo sa kama ko. "I'm sorry," paghingi ko ng paumanhin.

“It’s okay to cry, especially when you feel like it.” Kumunot ang noo bigla ni Graciella. “Ano ‘yon iiyak ako for the sake of crying? Duhh!” natatawang saad na lang niya. Kunwari ay pinapahid ang luha na wala naman talaga.

She turned to him and she saw worry in his eyes. “You’re cyring, Sam,” anito, masuyo. Taranta siyang napahawak sa pisngi niya. Basa nga iyon. Nagmadali siyang nagpunas ng luha. “S-sorry,” sabi niya bago umiwas ng tingin. She cursed herself silently. Not because she’s crying but because she did it in front of Aaron. She feels exposed again, vulnerable. “It’s okay. Tears are a signof strength. Not all people can cry in front of others. It takes a great courage to be just you, to be real,” sabi nito bago muling naglabas ng panyo at inabot ulit sa kanya.

Her voice cracked again, this time because of a sore throat. Onetime, you get isolated in a dark room, you have no one to hold, and you are scared, clasped your both hands. When you are down, think of funny things and laugh. When you are crying, cry it all out, later wipes your own tears. When you are lying down on one's stomach, lift up yourself. You can be your own version of the hero, and knight to yourself like how Eleuthera Augustine encouraged herself to withstand the fight.