Natalie Massenet Quotes

I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset - tears are words waiting to be written.

I can cry at the drop of a hat. I've always found that easier than laughing in films.

I'm sassy, even though I hate that word! I'm sensitive and cry real easily.

I'm very sensitive and I'm quite a soft person, and I cry a lot when things upset me.

I cry a lot when I feel empathy. I can feel heartbroken by life, and I cry quite easily, sometimes for no reason. It's healthy, I think.

I'm a crier. You won't see me lashing out, but you will see me crying a lot.

I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.

I cry very easily.

I cry at the drop of a hat.

Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.

I'm happy to announce to the world that I'm a crier. It doesn't take a lot for me to cry at stuff.

I've been known for that. My emotions get the best of me.

I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am known for getting a little bit emotional at times.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

I'm a comedian, and I definitely see the humor in a lot of things. I am also sad a lot. I cry often and easily. I think you're supposed to feel all kinds of things. You're supposed to laugh, you're supposed to cry, you're not supposed to shove your feelings under the rug.

I cried over beauty, I cried over pain, and the other time I cried because I felt nothing. I can't help it. I'm just a cliché of myself.

I have always felt sorry for people afraid of feeling, of sentimentality, who are unable to weep with their whole heart. Because those who do not know how to weep do not know how to laugh either.

I'm a really emotional person so I cry for everything.

Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

I'm constantly on the brink of tears in conversation about things that happen to people.

I am either blessed or cursed with having little barrier between feeling emotions and displaying them for all to see. My heart is on my sleeve. It's not comfortable but... I am an artist so it's useful and my friends are used to me getting teary at any moment.

I have to not harden my heart, because I want to stay open to feel things.

When you're in that state of grief, any little breeze, any hello, any confrontation, any grazing of someone meeting your eyes, might cause you suddenly to burst into grief. You could be looking at a jar of peanut butter in the supermarket, and then start crying.

I haven't a clue about the biology or the psychology involved when a person dissolves into tears, but it is quite fascinating to note what turns them on. There are wives who can cascade over a late husband or a burned dinner, and equally pour tears of joy over a new bonnet or a renovated bathroom.... A while ago I took a ship back from Europe. Amid the tumbling confetti ... I found myself misty-eyed watching a young lady waving a tearful farewell to her boyfriend on the dock. I couldn't figure out if I was crying at her plight, or in delight that he wasn't coming along with us.

Cruel men cry easily at the cinema.