Quotes About Crying Novels & Stories

I'll make him or her suffer to death, ’Till they beg to die. “It's okay to cry, honey,” wika ni Tita na mas lalong nagpa dagdag sa aking hagulgol. Mistula lalong nilamukos ng kalungkutan ang pagkatao ko. “But I need to be strong inside and out, Tita. Everyone is leaning on me right now. But how can I do that when I feel like I'm tearing apart?” “It doesn't mean you cry, you are weak. There is always time to cry and time to be hard and strong. For now, let it all out and be a crying baby,” saad ni Tita na bumasag sa natira kong depensa.

And that moment I started to burst into tears, wala akong nagawa kundi ang humikbi. "Sometimes crying is the best way to get better." Sinimulan n'yang aluhin ang likuran ko. "I grew up with you... I only want to grow beside you, ate, ate puro ako ate. But now, since malaki na ako at kaya ko nang tumayo mag-isa. Gusto ko namang ako 'yong magiging sandalan mo sa tuwing malungkot ka," barado ang ilong na sabi n'ya. "Gusto kong bumalik ka sa Palasyo pero wala akong magawa dahil may sarili kang desisyon," He added.

Hindi ko sya hinarap dahil hindi ko kakayaning makita sya, mas lalo ko lang sisisihin ang sarili ko. "Fuck, why are you crying?!"

maya-maya pa'y wika ni Nate. Walang buhay naman siyang napangiti. "I didn't remember we had one." Nag-angat ng tingin si Nate at hinawakan ang magkabila niyang pisngi dahilan para hindi na siya nakaiwas pa ng tingin. Marahan nitong pinahiran ang mga luhang namalisbis mula sa kanyang mga mata. "Why are you crying? They don't deserve your tears." Mahina siyang natawa. "I just can't help it."

Hindi siya tulad ng mga babae na nababasa niya sa pocketbooks na titili at iiyak pa. Ginusto niya ito. There was no time to cry and to self-pity. Well, life is full of suprise. Expectations are shit. Somehow, people needs to face the reality. And that's life, kapag umiyak ba siya mababalik niya ba ang virginity niya, hindi naman diba? So what's use of crying? Hindi naman siya mamamatay dahil sa

That's all you need. Tumawa ako ng mapait. Ang lakas ng loob kong magsabi ng ganoon pero hindi ko naman nai-aapply sa sarili ko. Darating at darating ang oras na kung saan maghahanap ka ng karamay. And when that time comes and you don't have someone to lean on. All you can do is cry. Cry the pain, cry your anger, cry the loneliness, just cry it all out. "Nagtatapang-tapangan ka lang! Nakita namin kung paano ka umiyak noong iwan ka ng mga magulang mo dito!"

"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"

Wala s'yang maisip na ibang paraan para patahanin si Yuan kaya niyakap n'ya nalang ito at hinimas ang likuran. "Stop crying, kid. They might think that I'm the reason behind those tears.." Humiwalay naman sa pagkayakap si Yuan at pinahiran ang mga luha sa kaniyang mata. "Men don't cry." Dagdag pa ng lalaki. "Don't mind what others might think about you... about us. Men can cry... because crying is normal. Did you know that crying helps you to release negative energy?" "So, if the time come that you want to cry, just cry. Mommy told me before that crying is not a weakness. It's actually a strength, because you're brave enough to let the world knows how you feel."

Tumigil kami sandali saka niya ako niyakap ng mahigpit. “It’s okay to cry…” Kael’s voice was calm, steady, almost like a whisper. “It doesn’t make you weak. It only means you’re human, honest enough to admit that you’re hurting.” Hinayaan ko ang sarili ko na humagulgol dahil pakiramdam ko kailangan ko ng isang taong makakapagbigay sa akin ng payo katulad ng sinasabi niya ngayon.

Then my chest started hurting, and before I could stop it, tears came. Not pretty tears. Not cinematic, single-tear-down-the-cheek type. More like ugly, silent, nakakahiya kind of crying where you press your sleeve to your face because you don’t want even your own room to witness it. I cried for Jun, kahit hindi ko siya kilala. For Miro, who made jokes about fractions and probably grew up with a missing space he didn’t know how to name. For Marisol, who still smiled while carrying groceries, bills, medicine, and ghosts.