Quotes About Silent Tears Novels & Stories

And before I fully registered what was happening I was sitting there with my hands in my lap and my eyes burning and the tears were already on my face. I wasn't sobbing. It wasn't that kind of cry. It was the quiet kind, the kind that doesn't have a lot of sound to it, just heat behind your eyes and your chest doing that slow ache thing and suddenly everything you've been carrying feeling about twice as heavy as it did an hour ago.

She won’t ask me not to show up again, will she? "Sometimes tears can ease the pain in one's heart... This phrase is from "Who Killed Midnight", isn't it?" Even though she had calmed down, the redness surfaced on her face again from embarrassment. Only after hearing the young man use another phrase from that book did she remember where the first one was from. Jake wanted to slap himself. JUST QUIT MUTTERING BOOK QUOTES, YOU WEIRDO!! She will find out this way. But he couldn’t deny it. The question was more of a rhetorical one. It would be useless to deny anything.

Never Again 🌷 “When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.” -Lemony Snicket ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

I have done nothing but cause her immense heartbreak, breaking her once pure soul. I could hear her breathing becoming more irratic the longer the silence between us was drawn out, telling me she was growing more anxious with each passing second. " Are you going to answer me anytime soon so we can figure out whats going on or are you just going to let us sit in silence until one of us disapppears too just like the others" her voice booms out. Snapping me out of my owns thoughts. " What do you mean disappear like the others?" I quickly asked, not understandong what she ment. But she doesn't say anything else. This whole time I've been here, surround by the darkness. I have yet to lay eyes upo

I bowed my head in shame, frustration, and guilt. I couldn’t even speak. I shook my head. A few minutes of silence passed before I could raise my head to look at her again. There were no tears on her face—yet I had never seen a look more heartbreaking. It was a silence that said everything words couldn’t. I had seen people cry before, but never a look like that—the kind that shatters you just by being witnessed. I didn’t even realize my own tears were falling until they blurred my vision. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of every word settled like lead in my chest. Then the tears came. I bit my lip, turning away from the door as I buried my face in my hands. I didn't sob. Not the way I used to. These were the silent, exhausted tears of someone who had long stopped expecting kindness. Of someone who had survived too many conversations like that one. Of someone who—despite everything—was still standing. I’m still standing.

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

He replied calmly trying not to sound offensive. "I'm not always this quiet though, in fact, I'm almost never quiet at all but today is one of those days that I don't wanna be my usual bubbly self. I just want to stay quiet, think about my life and if possible, I’ll cry.” I tell him and he scoffs. “I’ve been trying to hold back my tears for a while now but I’m really tired of always doing that and I really hope you don't mind cause I might go overboard." I warn jokingly, trying to hide my face since the tears had already decided to come out without my permission.

The girl didn't move from her position as she whispered back to me, "I love you..." The truth behind the three words resonated within me. Each one, lifting a further weight from my chest. She loves me... It's odd that a simple three words could just flip your world upside down, but right then, I felt like I was living in the clouds. A single tear fell from my cheek. Tears have so much meaning behind them. Really, they represent a feeling so strong it can't be put into words. Extreme sadness, happiness or even anger. A single tear could represent a feeling so vivid, only a few select people could understand it. This tear represented sheer happiness combined with resent. That bitter feeling wh

I hope you'll save many patients like Mom and me and help them recover. "I'm really glad to have him as a brother. I just wish I'd had the chance to be around. You have to promise me you won't be sad. Be happy, live well, and stay healthy. "And there's something I never got the chance to tell you. Dad, I love you." The screen froze on my wide smile. Dad pressed the phone screen against his heart, closed his eyes, and let a single tear fall. "Julian, I promise."