Cry Quotes
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People expect me to cry, but I always laugh when things go wrong.
Christina Aguilera
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Being a writer means crying over the sad parts, even though you already know it’s going to be okay.
Clare B. Dunkle
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I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.
William Goldman
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First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.
Nicholas Sparks
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I'm an emotional guy, I cry at movies, man, so beating GSP and winning the world title... yeah, I'll probably cry in the Octagon.
Carlos Condit
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
Lord Byron
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So where are the strongAnd who are the trusted?And where is the harmony?Sweet harmony -'cause each time I feel it slippin away, it just makes me wanna cry:What's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, and Understanding?
Nick Lowe
Brinsley Schwarz
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The cry of "Make America Great Again" reflects accurately that, after the fall of the Soviet Union, the sole superpower status of the United States is coming to an end. For the first time since the second World War, we are not the sole dominant economy in the world. In large part this is because of the success of policies followed by the United States to create an environment, a peaceful period in history in which economies could grow and countries could benefit.
Alan Bersin
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You only cry for help if you believe there is help to cry for.
Wentworth Miller
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Then he felt remorseful, which was so unlike him and endearing that I almost changed my mind and said yes. But then I imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.
Annie Barrows
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There are pieces that in the history of music that also make me cry. I'm not ashamed to cry.
Charlemagne Palestine
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Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over a great cliff. Tales kept cropping up of a ghost horse seen, or imagined, roaming over the mountains at night, of stockmen waking in a hut at midnight, hearing the tremendous stallion’s cry which could only be Thowra’s
Elyne Mitchell
