I cried, I was so overwhelmed to meet Michael Jackson.
I cried when I heard Johnny Carson died.
The second time I took acid, I watched myself in the mirror for nine hours. What I realized, when I stared, was that my face looked exactly the same when I cried as when I laughed. After awhile I couldn't tell which I was doing. Relief was just pain inside out.
I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-
Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.
Judas is neither a master of evil nor the figure of a demoniacal power of darkness but rather a sycophant who bows before the anonymous power of changing moods and current fashions. But it is precisely this anonymous power that crucified Jesus, for it was anonymous voices that cried 'away with him! Crucify him!'
The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott
I cry secretly. I don't really cry in front of anybody. I hate crying. I feel like it's not accomplishing anything. But when I lost my mother, I cried, and I cried big.
He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him
I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.
The Amyrlin Seat has fallen," a nearby Aes Sedai cried amid the crystallized Sharans. "The Amyrlin Seat has fallen!
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!
If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?
The only day in your life. . . . Your mother smiled when you cried.
We're the culture that cried wolf.
L. A. kills people. ' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write. ' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . . Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after.
I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.
When I arrived in France, I cried every day. Not because I was in France - I could have been anywhere - but because I was so far, far away from my parents. I missed them so much.
I made mistakes in drama. I thought drama was when actors cried. But drama is when the audience cries.
My father cried when I said I wanted to be a chef.