Quotes That Will Make U Cry Mga Nobela at Kwento

Suddenly, the guy who saved me from falling down came up to me. I asked, "You? Why are you here?" The guy asked, "Why are you crying? There is no such reason for you to cry." I was really so depressed that I shouted at him like hell. Who the hell are you to tell me that I should cry or not? What do you mean by saying that I am crying without any reason? Are you unable to know the reason of my tears? I am crying because my life is going to end before I could start it. Who has done this to me?

“ That’s just bullshit.” “ I can’t, do you think I will look good if I stand in the parking lot crying my eyes out with a tiny thing wrapped around me.” “ Hey——” “ I know that you mean well but it’s just something that I can’t do…I can’t cry…it’s something that I have never done for anyone.” She rolled her eyes. “ I don’t get men and their stupid rules.” “ It’s not stupid, it’s about the pride of a man.” “As I said —— it’s stupid, what’s the point of holding your cries when you are breaking inside?”

Crying out all the pain I've hidden behind the farce smile. I tried to stop crying but I could not, it seems like the more I tried to stop, the harder I cried. Oh goddess, why do I have to be so pathetic? She didn't say anything, she just allowed me to cry, patting my back and humming a song to me. "Why? Why? Why's my life this way? How can this be happening to me? "I keep throwing questions at no one in particular as tears fall freely from my face. I never knew I could cry a river till today.

She always used to say whenever we face any failure or sufferings, "have a good cry, wash out your heart, if you keep it inside it will tear you apart..." That's what I will do. I will cry until I can't, will mourn with myself, then the next day I will stand up and continue my life as usual. Life must go on, don't look back, live your life happily. There will be some sorrow moments, it's up to us if we want to live them with a happy or cry face. Or is there another option? "Stop thinking about yesterday, get ready for tomorrow." I remembered the lines which I told my sister once.

"Aunt Sabrina, I've never seen you cry. You're a woman who doesn't cry even when you are going through fire and water. You're the iron lady in my heart. How come you're crying?" Sabrina looked at her niece with annoyance. "You silly child. You don't know this but everyone in the world has very active tear glands. It's just that many people are in circumstances that allow them to cry. However, some people are just not in the position to cry. When I was going through fire and water back then, I basically didn't cry, but what was the reason for that? Because it's useless to cry. Because there's no time to cry. If I had taken even a little bit of time to cry, I might have died while going throug

"Cry as much as you want. Crying is a way to cleanse your heart. It's all right to cry. You don't have to pretend okay." Lucas's warm words are like painkillers for her wounds but they only work for some time. When the effect of these medications like words effect stop these wounds start bleeding. "Please take me away from here" Aubrey begged. "I will" Lucas tightened his hug and gazed up to look at a person who was standing far from them and staring at them.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

She’s in a fetal position, hugging a pillow, her body shaking as sobs rack through it. I’ve taken a lot of punches in my life, been shot, had someone stab me in the spleen, and been left for dead. But nothing is as gut-wrenching as seeing her crying because I’m not able to give her something that she obviously needs. I close my eyes and curse myself as I realize I’m about to rip my heart out. “I can’t bear to hear you cry, but hearing you cry because of me feels like I’m dying.”

Alex could not hold her tears anymore and she let them flow. "Crying does not make one weak, rather it helps you deal with bottled emotions and when you let your frustrations out, you will be free. Don't forget that, keep that in mind always." Her father's words echoed in her head and she cried hard. "Dad, it's unfair. Life is totally unfair." She cried inwardly. Ander continued to stroke her back. "It pains to lose a loved one," the cemetery guard said and sat beside Alex. "I lost all my family members in a motor crash and the best option for one was to kill myself but when I realized that millions of people would pay to live, I decided against it. Take heart you both, all will be well."

Why do I keep losing the people who genuinely love and cared for me? "I-I'm tired... I'm so tired, Mi..." Tears fell hardmy eyes as if they were already used to it. Of course. I've been crying for how many days? Oh... I don't know. I lost count. "How many more lives must be lost? How many more lives will be taken away from me? How many more of my loved ones must be sacrificed? Why can't I just die?! Why not me, instead?! I'm worthless... I am worthless!"