Best 1080 quotes in «cry quotes» category

You must have traveled all night,” she heard herself say. “I had to come back early.” She felt his lips brush her tumbled hair. “I left some things unfinished. But I had a feeling you might need me. Tell me what’s happened, sweetheart.” Amelia opened her mouth to answer, but to her mortification, the only sound she could make was a sort of miserable croak. Her self-control shattered. She shook her head and choked on more sobs, and the more she tried to stop them, the worse they became. Cam gripped her firmly, deeply, into his embrace. The appalling storm of tears didn’t seem to bother him at all. He took one of Amelia’s hands and flattened it against his heart, until she could feel the strong, steady beat. In a world that was disintegrating around her, he was solid and real. “It’s all right,” she heard him murmur. “I’m here.” Alarmed by her own lack of self-discipline, Amelia made a wobbly attempt to stand on her own, but he only hugged her more closely. “No, don’t pull away. I’ve got you.” He cuddled her shaking form against his chest. Noticing Poppy’s awkward retreat, Cam sent her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, little sister.” “Amelia hardly ever cries,” Poppy said. “She’s fine.” Cam ran his hand along Amelia’s spine in soothing strokes. “She just needs…” As he paused, Poppy said, “A shoulder to lean on.” “Yes.” He drew Amelia to the stairs, and gestured for Poppy to sit beside them. Cradling Amelia on his lap, Cam found a handkerchief in his pocket and wiped her eyes and nose. When it became apparent that no sense could be made from her jumbled words, he hushed her gently and held her against his large, warm body while she sobbed and hid her face. Overwhelmed with relief, she let him rock her as if she were a child. As Amelia hiccupped and quieted in his arms, Cam asked a few questions of Poppy, who told him about Merripen’s condition and Leo’s disappearance, and even about the missing silverware. Finally getting control of herself, Amelia cleared her aching throat. She lifted her head from Cam’s shoulder and blinked. “Better?” he asked, holding the handkerchief up to her nose. Amelia nodded and blew obediently. “I’m sorry,” she said in a muffled voice. “I shouldn’t have turned into a watering pot. I’m finished now.” Cam seemed to look right inside her. His voice was very soft. “You don’t have to be sorry. You don’t have to be finished, either.” She realized that no matter what she did or said, no matter how long she wanted to cry, he would accept it. And he would comfort her.

You’re destined for greatness,” Life said. “But first, I’m going to make you cry.

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under water when you learned to swim On a road to hell, congratulations, you're free...

You're letting me go?" He curled his upper lip, his expression painfully bitter as he took a step back from me. "Apparently... I never had a hold of you." He turned sharply, and without another word striding down the street into the dark. Braden never once looked back and that was a good thing. If he had, he'd have seen Jocelyn Butler crying real tears for the first time in a long time, and he would have known that I'd lied. And lied big. For anyone who saw me, knew they were watching a heart in the process of it breaking.

30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops an does naught. 31. If power asks why, then power is weakness.

3. When he smiles at you, sometimes you feel like crying.

A creature that never cries over spilt milk: a cat.

A friend worth your tears, will never make you cry.

A conspiracy theorist is a person who tacitly admits that they have insufficient data to prove their points. A conspiracy is a battle cry of a person with insufficient data.

A cry-wanking scene is the struggle to live, in a single moment.

Advertising is, actually, a simple phenomenon in terms of economics. It is merely a substitute for a personal sales force - an extension, if you will, of the merchant who cries aloud his wares.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

After Auschwitz, I no longer cry at funerals.

All mankind is crying out for guidance, for comfort, for peace.

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.

All human behavior is either an act of love or a cry for love.

All I know is there's thousands of people in the Academy and a lot of them, the majority of them, haven't won Oscars.A lot of people are crying, I guess.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

A great song can make you cry and transport you to another dimension.

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.

[American family court] is a system that is corrupt on his best day. It is like being tied to the back of a pickup truck and dragged down a gravel late at night. No one can hear your cries and complaints and it is not over until they say it's over.

All these feelings need to be felt. We need to stomp and storm; to sob and cry; to perspire and tremble.

A man doesn't cry. In my life, I've never cried. I cannot do it. I am a man. How will I cry?

all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand

All the world knows how to cry but not all the world knows how to sigh. Sighing is extra.

Alot of my lyrics are about beating my children. 'Hit the bottom and escape' is a cry for help. oh god someone stop me

A lot of people have said it to me 'You made me cry.' And it was only because I cried myself when I watched the movie.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Am I now supposed to go on Oprah and cry and tell you my deepest, darkest secrets because you want to know?

And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary Him with my assiduous cries.

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

And I exist, I roam but I don't sleep anymore I cry, laugh, scream but I don't remember why.

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

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ – she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.

And I was booked once to go on 'Ed Sullivan' and I got bumped and ran out the back door crying.

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

Anything where people have to work together makes me cry.

Approached literally, there's but a hair's difference between You'd better not pout, you'd better not cry, and Don't scream.

Angels are quite ample cause to cry.

Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?

Are all men in disguise except those crying?

As I've watched the Berlin Wall come down, the cry for freedom in China, and the eastern bloc nations, I rejoice, because I see the bankruptcy of Marxist-Leninism, socialism in this world.

Are you crying? There's no crying. There's no crying in baseball.