I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
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.'
I'm a crybaby.
Thinking about the suffering of those you hold dear can reduce you to tears; in fact, you could spend the whole day crying.
I don't really cry.
leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing
I like the way men cry. They're efficient.
Tears mess up your makeup.
My family know not to get me any tech for Christmas. I can never get it to work, and it all becomes very tearful and pressurised.
A man doesn't cry. In my life, I've never cried. I cannot do it. I am a man. How will I cry?
People say, 'Oh Mark, you're a big softie, and you burst into tears so easily.'
I cry fairly regularly, it's important to let it out.
I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.
Just being a mother is making me a big, weepy mess.
You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.
I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.
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.
A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.
The women in my family are all super-emotional. The catchphrase in our family is 'Listen to my words, not my tears.'
Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
It is such a terrifying thing to see a man cry.
I don't cry often.
