There are two versions to every poem – the crying version and the straight version
There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you, so you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home and you cry and you want to die.
You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain-- no matter how smart or accomplished--they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart.
To be born again,' sang Gibreal Farishta tumbling from the heaveans, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly Tat-taa! Takatun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love mister, without a sigh?
My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?
The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.
It's okay to cry. There's no reason to hold back.
Sometimes living can be hard, but it's only because we're alive that we can make each other laugh,cry... be happy! In this world, if that's not a reason for being born in this world... I don't know what is!
What are you thinking?" he asks. I know Gage hates it when I cry - he is completely undone by the sight of tears - so I blink hard against the sting. "I'm thinking how thankful I am for everything," I say, "even the bad stuff. Every sleepless night, every second of being lonely, every time the car broke down, every wad of gum on my shoe, every late bill and losing lottery ticket and bruise and broken dish and piece of burnt toast." His voice is soft. "Why, darlin'?" "Because it all led me here to you.
No fair, sky. I'm the one who feels like crying.
Eat till you're full. Play anytime you want. Sleep as much as you like. Cry. Get angry. Laugh. Live. Live. Live.
I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.
If rain is God crying, I think God is drunk and his girlfriend just slept with Zeus.
Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.
She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.
Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.
Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.
I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.
No sir, I don't know why, but my eyes don't cry no more.
Not knowing is half the fun," Aphrodite said, "Exquisitely painful isn't it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Oh, you kids! It's so cute I'm going to cry!
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.
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