Don't cry over spilt milk.
I hate to see a woman cry, unless of course I'm crying first in which case I feel it's appropriate.
I hardly ever cry because that's just not the type of person I am. But I only break down in front of Yunho at times.
There is not economy in getting cheap service or equipment. Buy the best and cry only once.
I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a parent, as a sort of crude outline filled in with one or two colors. I’d never seen my father scared or cry. I’d never heard him admit to any wrongdoing. I have no idea what he dreamed of. And once I’d seen a smile pinned to one cheek and darkness to the other when my mum had yelled at him. Now he was gone, and I was left with just an impression—one of male warmth, big arms, and loud laughter.
And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam The sound of loneliness makes me happier
Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.
When I die, nobody cry at my funeral, in fact let's all have a party; I've lived the life of ten men. I lived all my dreams and more.
. . . it was more like bleeding than crying.
And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.
A lot of blues music seems like it's moving away from God, or the center, and Gospel music is moving towards it. It's embracing a higher reality. When you look a little closer, the way that I define it or explain it, is that the blues is the naked cry of the human heart, apart from God. People are searching for union with God. They're searching to be home. There's something in people that seeks this union with their creator. Why am I here? Where am I going? What's it all about? Who am I? All this kind of stuff.
Every man, who parrots the cry of ‘stand by the President’ without adding the proviso ‘so far as he serves the Republic’ takes an attitude as essentially unmanly as that of any Stuart royalist who championed the doctrine that the King could do no wrong. No self-respecting and intelligent free man could take such an attitude.
I was a great many far cries from myself.
Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go.
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes.
Sometimes when we touch. . The honesty's too much, and I have to close my eyes and hide. I want to hold you till I die, 'til we both break down and cry, I want to hold you till this fear in me subsides.
I've always said music should make you laugh, make you cry or make you think.
The one fact that I would cry form every housetop is this: the Good Life is waiting for us - here and now.
I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family. . . I can't even say it because it makes me cry.
No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.