I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

Sara Quin

Mots clés sadness tears cry heartbroken tegan-and-sara tegan-quin sara-quin



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People not cry 'coztheir weak,
It Beacaus They've been srong...
GFor too long !!

Reynilyn

Mots clés hurt cry weak-martyr



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Joy is meant to be felt; its not meant to be detained. It is meant to be shared with others; not to be felt alone. When all the mouths smile out their teeth together, thats when the greatest happiness can be measured. You don't smile in order to see your friends cry and claim your joy is divine.

Israelmore Ayivor

Mots clés friend love freedom peace victory weeping joy smile smiling happy oppression crying alone unity community laugh food-for-thought measure giving mouth impression weep cry loving sharing joyful divine together rejoice detention great teeth truimph share enjoy greater joyous greatest happines claim god-is-love felt israelmore-ayivor detain measured truimphant



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Words. Just little black marks on paper. Just sounds in the empty air. But think of the power they have! They can make you laugh or cry, love or hate, fight or run away. They can heal or hurt. They even come to look and sound like what they mean. Angry looks angry on the page. Ugly sounds ugly when you say it.

Arthur Gordon

Mots clés words love hate anger feelings laugh cry



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When they know what makes you cry, they know what hurts you most. Don't give your enemies that." Solin, character in The Guardian by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Sherrilyn Kenyon

Mots clés harm enemies hurt character cry protect



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Sometimes, when you are worn down, day after day, relentlessly, with no reprieve for years piled on years, sometimes you lose everything but the ability to cry.

Leila Sales

Mots clés cry relentless reprieve worn-down



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My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Simona Panova

Mots clés romance soul melancholy sadness death dead crying mystery sacrifice grave gothic young-adult dying graveyard funeral cry nightmare ghost cemetery sincere skies nightmarish odda



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Gray.
The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.
Gray...

Simona Panova

Mots clés love romantic romance rain death apathy weeping dark water darkness dead colors crying tears raining mystery suspense color eyes movement gothic young-adult rock steel mysterious colours weep stone cry drop clouds blue move eye air cloud observe close metal colour slow iron itself stones grey grim tear downpour ultimate goth gray everywhere slowly cloudy haze overcast closer inconsolable apathetic blue-less colourless deaden disconsolate hazy phlegmatic rainy ubiquitous



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I think this is one bad side of a mirror; it helps us to see the reflection of the effects of our own actions on ourselves. We smile and it smiles back to us, we frown and it frowns to us. How I wish it shows us the reflections of the effects of our actions on other people as well so that we will be conscious!

Israelmore Ayivor

Mots clés reflect friends people selfish self smile smiling reflection happy sad bad actions self-image food-for-thought glass cry image myself me habit other-people disadvantage joyful mirror behaviour cause-and-effect angry who-you-are i frown human-behaviour see-yourself israelmore-ayivor do-good-do-it-to-yourself look-to-yourself plane-mirror self-gain your-image your-self-image



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Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

Libba Bray

Mots clés fear disappointed stupid cry useless



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