Angelina Jolie Quotes

The greatest of men, they don't get too big to cry. They just loose faith in love and life.

More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.

I can't admit things; that's why I can't go to funerals and stuff like that. I find it very, very difficult to deal with that kind of reality. I shut myself off totally because it affects me so badly.

When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.

It's good to actually cry. Trust me, I've had a lot of practice over the years!

I cry all the time. Music makes me cry.

I cry a lot. Usually once a day. I think it's one of the most profound forms of human expression.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath.

I'm sixty-eight, I cry every chance I can.

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Zach walked away, but I stood there for a long time, wondering if I should go to my mother; if I should go to my friends; but instead I slipped into the corridors I hadn't used in months, pushed my way through cobwebs and darkness, trying to walk away from the tears that burned hot down my cheeks, because maybe I didn't want to admit weakness; maybe I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief. Or maybe crying is like everything else we do—it's best if you don't get caught.

I almost never cry, and it's something I don't like about myself. I sometimes try and make myself cry. Sometimes, when I'm in pain, I say if I could just cry it would make it so much easier.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

In the midst of the sense of tragedy or loss, sometimes laughter is not only healing, it's a way of experiencing the person that you've lost again.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

To grieve is something extremely difficult, we don't even know how to begin to grieve, and I don't know how you can be taught to grieve.

I cry every chance I get.

Nothing dries sooner than tears.