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Cries Quotes (page 16)

It makes me cry because it means that fewer and fewer people are believing it's cool to want what I want, which is to be married and have kids and love each other in a monogamous, long-lasting relationship. Mindy Kaling
She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore. Sue Monk Kidd
Kurt Vonnegut quote: "Fraugh? cried the sleeper, as though he suddenly understood all."
Fraugh? cried the sleeper, as though he suddenly understood all. Kurt Vonnegut
F. Scott Fitzgerald quote: "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-"
I know myself," he cried, "but that is all- F. Scott Fitzgerald
There was one special thing you promised me at the beginning of the affair, and which you have certainly given me by the end of it."What do you mean?" cried the chaotic Gregory. "What did I promise you?"A very entertaining evening," said Syme, and he made a military salute with his sword-stick as the steamboart slid away. Gilbert K. Chesterton
Henry David Thoreau quote: "Who hears the fishes when they cry?"
Who hears the fishes when they cry? Henry David Thoreau
Kurt Vonnegut quote: "Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's..."
Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young! Kurt Vonnegut
Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard. The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide. William Butler Yeats
Wally Lamb quote: "I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet."
I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet. Wally Lamb
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts,... William Butler Yeats
No, I can't admit it. Brother,' said Alyosha suddenly, with flashing eyes, 'you said just now, is there a being in the whole world who would have the right to forgive and could firgive? But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all, because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything. You have forgotten Him, and on Him is built the edifice, and it is to Him they cry aloud, "Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed! Fyodor Dostoevsky
Casey Stengel quote: "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. Casey Stengel
On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving... Antoine de Saint-Exupery
She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not gravity's pull, laws of ballistics, feral ravening, promised more delight. She tested it, shivering: I am meant to remember. Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity, its fine chances for permanence. But then she wondered if the gemlike "clues" were only some kind of compensation. To make up for her having lost the direct, epileptic Word, the cry that might... Thomas Pynchon
Language, at least, may give up the secrets of life and death, leading us through the maze to the original Word as monster or angel, to the mournful place where we may meet Job and hear his cry, 'How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words? Janet Frame

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