When Nietzsche Wept Novels & Stories

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”

HER FALL, THEIR LAUGHTER Natalie collapsed to the ground, her face twisted with rage as tears streaked down her cheeks. She glared at Rhea with eyes full of venom, but her silent plea for sympathy was met with cold indifference. Not a single soul moved to her aid.

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

As much as I tried I couldn't stop the tears from falling, I didn't know if it was the fact that Nathan growled and scared me or if I was just disappointed that he didn't see my accomplishment and be proud of me for actually managing to get him on his back. I looked out at the waterfall. I stopped fighting myself and just let all my tears fall, wondering what punishment he will give me for running. I wipe away one tear for it to be replaced by another as I hear a low growl coming from the edge of the woods. I turn slightly scanning the woods knowing that Nathan shouldn't be too far behind me, with the mood he was in when I ran he will want to...

Even though I was trying to fight my urge to cry as I took a spoonful of the cereal, as I chomped on it, I felt my tears trailing down my face, and I aggressively sniffed, striving to pull myself together. Unbelievable! Nero sat there in silence watching me break down and cried my eyes out like some pathetic soul which I was. But still, not even consoling me! How cold can he get! "I'm sorry," Nero finally mumbled when our gaze met. "It's okay. I'm used to being the black sheep of the family." I whispered, drying my face with the back of my hand. The rest of breakfast happened in silence, and after we got through eating, I was about to pick up his and my empty bowl when Nero said, "Leave it.

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•

Nate lets out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head like I’ve just asked if wolves can fly. "Trust me," he says, eyes narrowing with that dark glint I remember too well. "When my revenge is done, you’ll hear about that bastard Alpha Prime's death long before I pour your next drink." I grip my coat tighter. "But you are just from telling me that grief hardens people… and I needed to forgive my mom before it destroyed me. Maybe you should take your own advice." His smirk fades, shoulders tensing as he looks past me. "My grief is different." His voice is low, and flat. "Now get going, I have a lot to do before I open this place."

he said crying again. "Come here," Nate said. Immediately Axel rushed to him, and Nate picked him up and hugged him close to him. Axel was sobbing. Tears came to my eyes again. I looked at the ceiling and tried not to cry. Because I was so bloody hypersensitive. "Do you want to eat now?" Nate asked softly.

I slid down the wall, clutching my knees as I sat on the floor. Why did I always have to cry every time? Crying never changed anything; it only made you look weaker and more vulnerable. But it was different with Nathan. Crying didn’t feel shameful. It felt therapeutic. It felt like he knew what I was feeling, like he had passed through such, and it only made me fear for him the more. He wasn’t fine. I knew he'd probably been drinking and smoking since he left here. I wanted to help, but how do I, when I don’t even know what I’m dealing with? When I don’t know what has transpired in the past?

Finally, Nathan couldn't take it anymore, the words of the doctors twirled in his head and he couldn't tell what was what anymore and all he knew was that his man was in danger and even needed surgery. His body trembled, his eyes blurred, and his heart ached so much that they might bleed, and finally, his eyes became dizzy and Nathan couldn't hold it anymore, his emotions spilt out and the always strong, arrogant and powerful Master Nathan slipped to the ground weakly, then, “Ahhhh!!! I’ll kill them! I’ll make sure I destroy them!!!” He roared, then tears poured out.