Crying Quotes - Page 2

I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.

Two turtle doves will show thee
Where my cold ashes lie
And sadly murmuring tell thee
How in tears I did die

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one’s cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a death in the family.

And thus we all are nighing
The truth we fear to know:
Death will end our crying
For friends that come and go.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us.

Tears before God water dreams.

Her tears are too heavy they sink my heart, I hope she stopped crying.

The tears are falling freely now, and I don't care if he sees them. They're tears of relief for my nephew, worry for my grandfather and my brother, and shame for my mistake. I figure I earned them.

Stop complaining, start contributing; stop crying, start smiling; and stop criticizing, start praising.

Mistake is an event not a person

I went to bed without reading, instead staring out my window with the curtains drawn, wondering about boys. Why did they behave so oddly? One minute their teasing was relentless, and then bam! - they’d stun you with a thoughtful gesture. Either way, their actions made you want to cry. Maybe that was the intent.

The one who cries, is always the one who is in need.

Let's not cry about it, shall we, Marcy? Let's pray about it instead.

A Passion Most Pure

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;
A time to plant, a time to harvest.
A time to cry, a time to laugh.
A time to be sad, a time to be happy.
A time to be born, a time to die.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

I clench my teeth as tears come. I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them. ~ 'Tris

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.