Quotes About Silent Tears Novels & Stories

Mr Smith said to his retreating back. "Sure sir" he mumbled an acceptance and was gone before he found him faulty again. *** Sophia gazed at space. Everything looked blurry in her eyes, she thought she was losing her sight bit by bit until a hot tear fell on her wrist. She looked down at it and ticked it off. She wanted to cry, but there was no shoulder to lean on while she poured her heart out. She wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one trustworthy, or good enough for her to confide in, so she could only cry silently.

Something hot. Tears.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

He said that they were to be pitied. That was why I had let them have my father while I became a pup with no father. I rubbed my eyes. They were dry, devoid of tears. Were people unable to shed tears after death?

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.” Ralia sat up front beside Sophia, her journal clutched like a lifeline. Her eyes shone as brightly as the morning sun they’d chased out of Benin. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake the dream. Sophia smiled, her gaze steady on the road ahead. “Neither can I.”

“But they underestimate silence.” Leonard nodded. “They won’t anymore.” Behind them, whispers shifted. “She’s not fragile.” “She didn’t cry.” “She didn’t run.”

But now, all that pain and struggle was all for nothing. The tears streamed silently down my cheeks. Not sobs. Not noise. Just quiet, steady drops, it was as if my body gave up hiding how shattered I felt. My throat was burning, I hadn’t screamed, not yet. I just couldn't. I couldn't give him that. I wouldn’t.

Absolutely nothing. My tears poured down again as I sobbed quietly. My crying loudly got completely drained in Oakhaven, and this time it was silently absorbing my pains. Exhausted, without a show, it was as though the face the tears were running down and I was too tired to do anything else but let them.