I don't have emotions about a lot of things. I rarely get angry, I rarely cry. I guess I do get excited a lot, but I don't get sad and enormously happy. I think a lot of people who talk about all that crap are lying. Right now I'm just trying to maintain happiness — that's all I really care about. Anyway, when you're my age and your hormones are kicking in, there's not much besides sex that's on your mind.
I don't react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don't care about anything. It's just too hard for me to get emotional. I can't cry no more.
I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
I'm sorry I'm crying again on national television.
War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
I'm very sensitive and I'm quite a soft person, and I cry a lot when things upset me.
Crying is really bad for your vocal cords.
I love writing for myself. I read them [my stories], I cry over them sometimes.
Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound—people such as my boring brother-in-law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realize that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief.
Getting a tattoo would probably make me cry.
We're too insignificant and small to really be able to do anything, except cry, not unhappily, but an inner cry, a feeling of reaching to God.
It is always much easier, I have discovered, to make people cry or gasp than to make them think.
That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
Am I now supposed to go on Oprah and cry and tell you my deepest, darkest secrets because you want to know?
I like hip-hop music, but some of the lyrics make me want to cry.
Should we cry when the pope dies, my request we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X
I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.
Sitting in the back row of a full audience watching one of my movies, and hearing them cry and hearing them laugh in the right moments, particularly when they laugh at a line I've stolen from one of my family members and put in the film. That excites me a great deal.
The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.
Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.