Consider the public. Never fear it nor despise it. Coax it, charm it, interest it, stimulate it, shock it now and then if you must, make it laugh, make it cry, but above all never, never, never bore the living hell out of it.
We willingly enter fictional worlds where we cheer our heroes and cry for friends we never had.
Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
When the reviews are bad I tell my staff that they can join me as I cry all the way to the bank.
If now, after the collapse, should any of these lackeys of Adolf Hitler have the insolence to claim they were merely harmless onlookers, let them feel the scourge of avenging mankind. . . . Whoever cries about having lost the Nazi system or wants to resurrect National Socialism is to be treated as a lunatic.
I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice.
30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops an does naught. 31. If power asks why, then power is weakness.
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment his expression softens and his eyes go bright as flame and even though I barely see him move, suddenly he has closed the space between us and he’s wrapping his warm hands over my shoulders—fingers so warm and strong I almost cry out—and saying, “Lena. I like you, okay? That’s it. That’s all. I like you. ” His voice is so low and hypnotic it reminds me of a song. I think of predators dropping silently from trees: I think of enormous cats with glowing amber eyes, just like his.
I don't have to live up to that Superwoman myth. I can cry and be human and lean on people who take care of me. That can be very liberating.
I started crying 20 seconds into the movie and didnt stop till it was over.
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.
I used to have a blankie, and when my mom had to wash it, I would sit outside the dryer and watch it go round and round, and cry.
You can laugh or you can cry. It is up to you which one you do.
Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it's like they are holding the baby of you.
Don’t. Don’t play that game. ” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out. . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.
Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me. . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked. " I started to cry. I couldn't help it.
I'm hosting weekend retreats all over America. It is like a 24-hour slumber party for moms. We laugh, eat, play games, get massages, win prizes, talk about parenting and even cry a bit.
You can laugh, you can cry, you can express yourself, but please don’t hurt each other!
How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry?
