#cry

I don't know of any other creature on earth other than man that will sit in a corner and cry because of some painful experience in the past. ↗

— Pat Morita

#because #corner #creature #cry #earth

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#dream #near-death-experience #death

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#age #bit #broken #corner #cry

Saul tapped his wife's obstinate chin. "Mrs. Benedict, you certainly are. You promised to obey." "That was thirty years ago! Before the wedding ceremony caught up with the modern age." "Well, I for one am holding you to that. Gondola for two, in the moonlight, with champagne and roses. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#crystal #gondola #karla #saul #seeking-crystal

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#cry #anger

That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it? ↗

— John Osborne

#anger #comedy #cry #family-drama #outcry

Anger was better than weeping. ↗

— Sophie Page

#cry #weep #anger

I try to maintain a positive attitude at all times, because clients notice little things like that, and if you're frowning and crying all the time and saying "why? why?", they get worried. ↗

— John Swartzwelder

#burly #crying #frowning #positive #why

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. ↗

— James Joyce

#music #tears #words #beauty

..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#crying #love #omg #painful #beauty