Madchen Amick Quotes

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried.

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.

Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

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 may cry ruining my make up, Wash away all things you've taken.. I don't care if I don't look pretty, Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking.

That's what life is all about. There's a lot of crying. So you'd better cry now and get used to it.

God, I feel like hell tonight. Tears of rage I cannot fight. I'd be the last to help you understand... Nothing's true and nothing's right so let me be alone tonight 'cause you can't change the way I am... I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go. It's try and love me if you can. Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care, when I'm throwing punches in the air, when I'm broken down and I can't stand will you be man enough to be my man?

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

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.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

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

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

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.

I have to tell you, I'm not like Demi Moore, where the tears trickle prettily down my cheeks. My whole face screws up and it's like, 'Oh please, get a room.'

Drama is hard for me. Crying is much harder for me than laughter.

He cries too much.

I was an emotional wreck even as a young child, fearful and tearful.