Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today.
As you stopped to say hello, oh, you wished me well, you couldn't tell that I'd been crying over you.
Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it's your last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail, the same as when you were a baby and had no words.
I was in line at a store and there was a little girl, she was standing in line next to me and some other girls had come up to me and recognized me from 'Pretty Little Liars.' When they walked away, this girl was staring at me, and her eyes got so big, and she started crying. It was, like, the cutest thing.
I'll never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night crying ‘cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job, but his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom.
It hurts me when seeing a girl cry...I want to comfort them as long as I can...or I'll end up crying too...
I get really upset seeing my friends who are mums crying because they feel like they're not good enough. Clever, confident, kind young women all going, 'I'm ruining my child's life.'
I was miserable the entire time I was Vanity. I spent so many days and so many nights crying, hating who I'd become.
When it was over, I was so happy, I felt like crying. I wanted to win this one for Casey. After what I did in Brooklyn, he could have forgotten about me and who would blame him? But he gave me another chance and I'm grateful.
It's no use crying over spilt summits.
You know, you only get to live life once, so there are two things that that yields. One is that there's no point in crying over spilt milk, but secondly you hate wasting time, energy, and whatever talent you've got.
I tend to wake up in the middle of the night with ideas crying to be documented.
But instead I kept my tears inside,cause I knew if I,started I'd keep crying for the rest of my life with you,I finally built up the strength to walk away,don't regret it,but I still live with the side effects.
When I grew up in America, I didn't see anyone who looked like me on TV. I feel overwhelmed with the things that people have said to me. When I meet Indian Americans who've lived here all their lives, it's overwhelming people holding me and crying. Someone said to me, 'Thank you for making us relevant.' It's such a big thing.
When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a s**t you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk.
I remember 'Hannah Montana' came out, and I was so depressed, I started crying because I was like, 'I want to do that.'