When Nietzsche Wept Novels & Stories

She punched his chest so hard that it made him stop doing whatever he was about to do. He wanted to let the girl know how distraught he was, but as soon as he saw the glob of tears shining from her forest-green eyes, he couldn’t do it. Nathan felt sorry about it. Although he really didn’t care what happened or how did this woman end up in this situation, he felt pity.

"It's alright, darling. You're very much allowed to cry. Don't think that the saying, 'big men don't cry' is true. It's not. People cry because it's the only thing that can make us feel better. Crying is also one form of surrendering ourselves to God. Always remember that." Dionysus wanted to say that he doesn't believe in God. Because if God was true, then his grandfather would still be alive at that moment. But, since he had already accepted the painful truth that his old man won't come back again little by little, he was very open now to understand why people were blindly entrusting themselves to an entity that no one can see nor touch. "What's happening here? Mom. Why did you make him cr

“Never, Sol. I won’t let you go if that happens.” “Good.” She leaned back a bit and our eyes met. “Sorry to scare you.” Shaking my head, the tears finally fell from my own eyes. I didn’t sob or shake, they just slipped out. Her smile was small and sad. Nate was shaking in my arms. I was not longer him holding back shifting but instead he just cried. “Nate…” His head popped up at her voice. “Come here.”

"Actually, I was just making up things. No one can have a say about stuff like this! You know my master and I make up most of the things we say to deceive people, so take it easy." "We don't have a solution, but you can still go to other Daoist's to see if they have one." Nathan took a sip of tea in silence. It tasted extremely bitter. Meanwhile, Hilda was already done cleaning Kater and was blow drying it with a hair dryer. Nathan turned his head to look at her, but the more he looked at her, the sadder he felt. Why would someone be born just to bear the sufferings of the one they loved?

There was a deep sadness for the lives that could have been but remained unfulfilled. Yet here I was, crying—again—in front of Alex, a humiliation that both angered and terrified me. The first two moments of weakness felt justified; they were driven by grief over losing Nigel and the brutal acknowledgment that no amount of wishing could alter our shared past. But this? This was different.

Nathan stretched out his hand and cleaned the tears that stained her face, “I am sorry for making you cry baby, it breaks my heart to see you in this kind of a situation. I was just being….” “Shhhh” she placed her index finger on his lips, “you don’t have to apologize anymore Nathan, it’s okay. I acted out of the ordinary and I was irrational, you were just looking out for me and I was just being a jerk and selfish” a fresh set of tears welled up in her eyes, “I am sorry baby” “Please don’t cry anymore, Nessa” he pulled her closer, “I can’t bear the fact that you are crying and i can’t do anything about it. I can’t even see the look on your face at this point and I am sorry about that”

Don’t shatter. Nothing like Arabella’s. Not gentle. Not sweet. Nathan’s scent didn’t comfort the heart— …it steadied the spine. And that—that—was what finally broke him. Damian choked once, barely a hitch in his breath. Then another. And then the dam cracked. He curled inward, fists clenched in Nathan’s sheets as if holding himself together, and for the first time in decades—maybe the first time since childhood—Damian Vitale cried. Silent at first. Shoulders trembling. The pillow beneath him warmed with tears he didn’t want to acknowledge.

All I have to tell Rene is that Nathan got killed, I don't have to bring up the werewolf hunter aspect. We're in front of the building but non of us move or say anything, we're just sitting in silence. I'm looking outside but at nothing in particular. He's gone, he's really gone. I knew it was all too good to be true. This is the universe's way of punishing me for betraying my roommate. I deserve a lot of things, like my book getting rejected eight times but not Nathan dying, not him. I haven't cried this much since I was slut shamed in college. I cried when my dad died but at least people were there to comfort me, in college I had no one and now it'll take more than saying "sorry for your l

"These aren't tears, my dear. They are fluid in the eyes. It's normal." I wondered if he knew what fluid meant but I had to say something and the more technical my words, the more believable they were. This type of logic had always worked on Nathan. He believed me if I gave him a lengthy explanation, whether the words were true or not. Neo turned to where his brothers were playing. "Nathan, Nick, mummy is crying."

I managed to get my wobbly legs to work and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and wash off the stink of the club and the restroom. The fact that I almost got raped dawned on me when I was in the shower and I just stood there crying my eyes out. I didn’t think I was capable of crying anymore but I cried. I cried because I almost got rapped. I cried because I was in so much pain inside and I wasn’t sure of how to let it out. I cried because Nathaniel’s indifference was getting to me more than I cared to admit.