Try Not To Cry Cry A Lot Novels & Stories

"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

One day later Crying over what can't be fixed like that is an unnecessary way to use time. Therefore, I prefer not to blame myself or cry for something that will not help me feel better, but, if it would complicate my life. The storm is already here, why tears if with the rain of said storm, it is enough?

' 'Do not cry, especially now, in front of him! She tried so hard to suppress her tears, but they just rebelliously rolled down her cheeks…

I can't cry, not at least before these people, because my tears are special and they cause me so much physical loss too. Mermaids' tears turn into pearls when they dry up, and that is similar to being bled if we lose too much of tears. It makes us weak. I already cried a lot yesterday and for that sake, I felt so weak in the morning that I wasn't able to open my eyes. So I should halt myself from being moody, as I decided that I will follow my parent's arrangement I will not cry anymore, at least I can try not to. I tried my best to not give up on my mood, but damn, that man, why he has to be here before me when I am trying the hell out of me to stop my tears.

"I'm okay. Sorry. I just-give me a minute." "Em, you know, it's okay to cry. You don't have to hide anything from me. I'm not going to judge you for having feelings." His thumb swiped away a tear from my cheekbone. "It's healthy to express how you feel. It can actually improve your physical and mental well-being." He gave me a crooked smile. "A very wise naturopathic doctor told me that." "Ha. Very funny." I sucked in a deep breath and then let it out. "I don't cry. Really. I hate to cry, and I never do it. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Each of them reached for one of Fiona’s hands, holding onto her as though that alone would keep everything steady. “Do you cry when you are happy, Aunty Betty?” Amelia asked, her curiosity peeking through the remains of her worry. “Hmm,” Betty hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head a little as she added, “Not all the time, but when I am very happy, I do.” “Mum, why don’t I cry?” Adrian asked, glancing over at Liora with a serious expression, as though this was something he truly needed to understand. Liora bent slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “Hmm, well… because you are not big yet. When you are, you will cry sometimes.”

Nico stated, started pushing the swing. "You are right, I look happy outwardly but not inwardly, I harbour a lot in my heart that I can't even speak to anybody about it. It's so tiring." She vented angrily, and was at the verge of tearing up, she was trying so hard not to cry. Nico was surprised at the sudden change of mood, he stopped pushing and sat beside her. "Holding back those tears will do no good. Cry as loud as you can, nobody is going to hear you, I promise you will be okay afterwards."

He cleared his throat and sat beside me. “When I saw you crying earlier, do you know why I didn’t stop you?” he began. “My mom always says, when you see someone crying like they’re carrying the weight of the world… bawling uncontrollably… the best thing you can do is stay. Don’t interrupt. Don’t force words. Just let them cry. Let them scream. Then, when they’re done, you offer a shoulder.” He paused, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I can’t exactly offer you my shoulder,” he added awkwardly. “So maybe I can just… let you scream. And uh… I’m…”

His tears were not obvious but because of his broken voice, Uno and Dos knew that he was crying. "Who says I'm crying? I'm not weak," Jacob said. "Your majesty, people who cry are not weak. When did crying become the basis of being strong? It's okay to cry when the pain is too much... when the problems are piled up. It's one of our ways to release stress, pressure, anger, disappointments and even prayers at the same time. Crying in front of other people does not diminish our masculinity either," said Uno.

"In your dreams, I don't cry." Nostrils flaring and lips pursed, he sighed and began in a much more controlled voice. "Yes, you're going to do a lot of things that you have not done yet. And never, ever interrupt me again." He took a pause letting the threat sink in. "From second week onwards, no more crying. And by the third week, no more screaming or yelling even when you're in pain." "Unless you don't know, screaming in pain is a natural reaction. Nobody can control it," I shot back in retaliation.