cry

Don't cry for someone who would love smiling when your tears are flowing.

Crying doesn't make you weak. There's sixteen years of tears in that body of yours, and you have to let some of it go.

True friends chop the onions and cry together.

If your eyes can not cry, then your gut will."The head and heart may be in denial of your human needs, but the gut will always carry the wisdom of your needs met and unmet, and thusly respond.

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own.

His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, __o, Cassie. No, no, no.__ throw my arm around his neck and press his dry cheek against my wet one. I__ shaking like an epileptic, and for the first time I can feel the weight of the quilts on the top of my toes because the blinding dark sharpens your other senses.I__ a bubbling stew of random thoughts and feelings. I__ worried my hair might smell. I want some chocolate. This guy holding me__ell, it__ more like I was holding him__as seen me in all my naked glory. What did he think about my body? What did I think about my body? Does God really care about promises? Do I really care about God? Are miracles something like the Red Sea parting or more like Evan Walker finding me locked in a block of ice in a wilderness of white?__assie, it__ going to be okay,_ he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.

We want books that are written for those of us who doubt everything, who cry over the least little thing, who are startled by the slightest noise.

Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth.

Rosy lifted her arm, tried to say something, then pointed at the cafe, held her head, covered her mouth and__umiliation of humiliations__he began to cry. Right there in the street. ____ so confused,_ she said but it came out as a great honking wail.__ome here, you silly girl,_ Phyllis said.The woman put her arms around Rosy, patted her back, and for the first time in forever, Rosy allowed herself to just cry.A young mother with twins in a pram passed them. The children__ eyes tracked Rosy for a second before their faces crumpled and they started to cry too.____ sorry,_ Rosy said, and flapped her arms. ____ sorry.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

She cried aloud, with a great mourning cry for all that she had never known in this life, and the agony of a bereavement unguessed till this moment.

He cried, almost entire night. He cried alone in his small shed. That was only game that he could play without needing another person to participate.

Those million mistakes you did may not make you cry, but the ones you dint try might make you to.

Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.

Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.

I follow the path we__e taken so many times this summer _ across the front, down the street, cut back through a neighbor__ yard, down the stairs to the beach, past the pier, through the campfire labyrinth, up to the deck of the Shack, and straight into Sam__ arms. Without speaking, he kisses me hard on the mouth and I kiss him back, sobbing and crumpling into his chest like a broken puppet.