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>Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.

Oscar Wilde

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream; but what am I? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The same motions and muscles of the face are employed both in laughing and crying.

_Charron._

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

_Sir W. Temple._

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game; that the waters are calm and I am in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing 'Neath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind; a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation. And I know it. That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love. It is the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am worth something. But, I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I am afraid to. I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I am afraid you will think less of me, that you will laugh at me, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within. And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, of what is crying within me; So when I am going through my routine do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. What I would like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but I can't say. I dislike hiding, Honestly! I dislike the superficial game I am playing, the phony game. I would really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you have got to help me. You have got to hold out your hand, even when that is the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes that blank stare of breathing death. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you try to understand and because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadowworld of panic and uncertainty; From my lonely person. Do not pass me by. Please... do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you; a long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.

Jill Zevallos-Solak

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.

ALFRED TENNYSON. 1809- ----.     _In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5._

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.

ALFRED TENNYSON. 1809- ----.     _The Daisy. Stanza 24._

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darknes, so working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman

"But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy. And I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in my people: and the voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying....

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

Elizabeth Gilbert

Another great luxury is letting myself cry - I always feel marvellously peaceful after that. But it is difficult to arrange times for it, as my face takes so long to recover; it isn't safe in the mornings if I am to look normal when I meet father at lunch, and the afternoons are no better, as Thomas is home by five. It would be all right in bed at night but such a waste, as that is my happiest time. Days when father goes over to read in the Scoatney library are good crying days.

Dodie Smith

Only the mouth-hole piped out, Importunate cricket In a quarry of silences. The people of the city heard it. They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate, The mouth-hole crying their locations. Drunk as a fetus I suck at the paps of darkness. The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away. The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry Open one stone eye. This is the after-hell: I see the light. A wind unstoppers the chamber

Sylvia Plath

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

Veronica Roth

The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.

Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Easy-crying widows take new husbands soonest; there's nothing like wet weather for transplanting.

_Holmes._

The horseleech hath two daughters, crying, Give, give.

OLD TESTAMENT.     _Proverbs xxx. 15._

Vox clamantis in deserto=--The voice of one crying in the wilderness.

_Vulgate._

It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.

Eleanor Farjeon

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Charles Bukowski

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Jonathan Safran Foer

On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him. Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!

James Joyce ~ in ~ A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Charlie Chaplin

When I was born I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.

OLD TESTAMENT.     _Wisdom of Solomon vii. 3._

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

John Green

An infant crying in the night, / An infant crying for the light; / And with no language but a cry.

_Tennyson._

And Archimedes, as he was washing, thought of a manner of computing the proportion of gold in King Hiero's crown by seeing the water flowing over the bathing-stool. He leaped up as one possessed or inspired, crying, "I have found it! Eureka!"

PLUTARCH. 46(?)-120(?) A. D.     _Pleasure not attainable according to Epicurus. 11._

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Harlan Ellison

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman

If folly were a pain, there would be crying in every house.

_Sp. Pr._

The paramount question of the day is not political, is not religious, but is economic. The crying-out demand of today is for a circle of principles that shall forever make it impossible for one man to control another by controlling the means of his existence.

Voltairine de Cleyre

When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.

Lemony Snicket

>Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

C.S. Lewis

It's no use crying over spilt milk -- it only makes it salty for the cat.

Fortune Cookie

Confusion will be my epitaph

as I walk a cracked and broken path

If we make it we can all sit back and laugh

but I fear that tomorrow we'll be crying.

        -- King Crimson, "In the Court of the Crimson King"

Fortune Cookie

    Approaching the gates of the monastery, Hakuin found Ken the Zen

preaching to a group of disciples.

    "Words..." Ken orated, "they are but an illusory veil obfuscating

the absolute reality of --"

    "Ken!" Hakuin interrupted. "Your fly is down!"

    Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon Ken, and he

vaporized.

    On the way to town, Hakuin was greeted by an itinerant monk imbued

with the spirit of the morning.

    "Ah," the monk sighed, a beatific smile wrinkling across his cheeks,

"Thou art That..."

    "Ah," Hakuin replied, pointing excitedly, "And Thou art Fat!"

    Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon the monk,

and he vaporized.

    Next, the Governor sought the advice of Hakuin, crying: "As our

enemies bear down upon us, how shall I, with such heartless and callow

soldiers as I am heir to, hope to withstand the impending onslaught?"

    "US?" snapped Hakuin.

    Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon the

Governor, and he vaporized.

    Then, a redneck went up to Hakuin and vaporized the old Master with

his shotgun.  "Ha! Beat ya' to the punchline, ya' scrawny li'l geek!"

Fortune Cookie

    Grover Cleveland, though constantly at loggerheads with the

Senate, got on better with the House of Representatives.  A popular

story circulating during his presidency concerned the night he was

roused by his wife crying, "Wake up!  I think there are burglars in the

house."

    "No, no, my dear," said the president sleepily, "in the Senate maybe,

but not in the House."

Fortune Cookie

The PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY is CRYING for an END to BURT REYNOLDS movies!!

Fortune Cookie

    "I'll tell you what I know, then," he decided.  "The pin I'm wearing

means I'm a member of the IA.  That's Inamorati Anonymous.  An inamorato is

somebody in love.  That's the worst addiction of all."

    "Somebody is about to fall in love," Oedipa said, "you go sit with

them, or something?"

    "Right.  The whole idea is to get where you don't need it.  I was

lucky.  I kicked it young.  But there are sixty-year-old men, believe it or

not, and women even older, who might wake up in the night screaming."

    "You hold meetings, then, like the AA?"

    "No, of course not.  You get a phone number, an answering service

you can call.  Nobody knows anybody else's name; just the number in case

it gets so bad you can't handle it alone.  We're isolates, Arnold.  Meetings

would destroy the whole point of it."

        -- Thomas Pynchon, "The Crying of Lot 49"

Fortune Cookie

It is imperative when flying coach that you restrain any tendency toward

the vividly imaginative.  For although it may momentarily appear to be the

case, it is not at all likely that the cabin is entirely inhabited by

>crying babies smoking inexpensive domestic cigars.

        -- Fran Lebowitz, "Social Studies"

Fortune Cookie

Laugh, and the world ignores you.  Crying doesn't help either.

Fortune Cookie

A man was kneeling by a grave in a cemetery, crying and praying very loudly,

    "Oh why..eeeee did you die...eeeeee, Oh Why..eeeeee,

why did you Di......eeee"

The caretaker walks up, pardons himself and asks politely,

    "Excuse me, sir, but I've been seeing you for hours now,

carrying on at this grave.  You must have been very close to the deceased."

    "No, I never met him.  Oh why....eeeee did you dieeeeee,

why....eeeee did you.."

    "Sir, you say you never met this person, yet you carry on so?

Tell, me who is buried here?"

    "My wife's first husband."

Fortune Cookie

The term "fire" brings up visions of violence and mayhem and the ugly scene

of shooting employees who make mistakes.  We will now refer to this process

as "deleting" an employee (much as a file is deleted from a disk).  The

employee is simply there one instant, and gone the next.  All the terrible

temper tantrums, crying, and threats are eliminated.

        -- Kenny's Korner

Fortune Cookie

A mother mouse was taking her large brood for a stroll across the kitchen

floor one day when the local cat, by a feat of stealth unusual even for

its species, managed to trap them in a corner.  The children cowered,

terrified by this fearsome beast, plaintively crying, "Help, Mother!

Save us!  Save us!  We're scared, Mother!"

    Mother Mouse, with the hopeless valor of a parent protecting its

children, turned with her teeth bared to the cat, towering huge above them,

and suddenly began to bark in a fashion that would have done any Doberman

proud.  The startled cat fled in fear for its life.

    As her grateful offspring flocked around her shouting "Oh, Mother,

you saved us!" and "Yay!  You scared the cat away!" she turned to them

purposefully and declared, "You see how useful it is to know a second

language?"

Fortune Cookie

<Overfiend> Don't come crying to me about your "30 minute compiles"!!  I

            have to build X uphill both ways!  In the snow!  With bare

            feet! And we didn't have compilers!  We had to translate the

            C code to mnemonics OURSELVES!

<Overfiend> And I was 18 before we even had assemblers!

Fortune Cookie

Are you a parent?  Do you sometimes find yourself unsure as to what to

say in those awkward situations?  Worry no more...

    When are you going to grow up?

    I'm only doing this for your own good.

    Why are you crying?  Stop crying, or I'll give you something to

        cry about.

    What's wrong with you?

    Someday you'll thank me for this.

    You'd lose your head if it weren't attached.

    Don't you have any sense at all?

    If you keep sucking your thumb, it'll fall off.

    Why?  Because I said so.

    I hope you have a kid just like yourself.

Fortune Cookie

Women in love consist of a little sighing, a little crying, a little dying

-- and a good deal of lying.

        -- Ansey

Fortune Cookie

When I think about myself,

I almost laugh myself to death,

My life has been one great big joke,    Sixty years in these folks' world

A dance that's walked            The child I works for calls me girl

A song that's spoke,            I say "Yes ma'am" for working's sake.

I laugh so hard I almost choke        Too proud to bend

When I think about myself.        Too poor to break,

                    I laugh until my stomach ache,

                    When I think about myself.

My folks can make me split my side,

I laughed so hard I nearly died,

The tales they tell, sound just like lying,

They grow the fruit,

But eat the rind,

I laugh until I start to crying,

When I think about my folks.

        -- Maya Angelou

Fortune Cookie

Meanwhile Stubb, the third mate, betrayed no such far-gazing solicitudes. The whales might have made one of their regular soundings, not a temporary dive from mere fright; and if that were the case, Stubb, as his wont in such cases, it seems, was resolved to solace the languishing interval with his pipe. He withdrew it from his hatband, where he always wore it aslant like a feather. He loaded it, and rammed home the loading with his thumb-end; but hardly had he ignited his match across the rough sandpaper of his hand, when Tashtego, his harpooneer, whose eyes had been setting to windward like two fixed stars, suddenly dropped like light from his erect attitude to his seat, crying out in a quick phrensy of hurry, "Down, down all, and give way!--there they are!"

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

"You do," said she. "You have been crying till you are half blind, and you are near crying again now."

Charles Dickens     Great Expectations

I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe round the neck: who dropped the poker to hug me, and to say, "Ever the best of friends; an't us, Pip? Don't cry, old chap!"

Charles Dickens     Great Expectations

Casting my eyes along the street at a certain point of my progress, I beheld Trabb's boy approaching, lashing himself with an empty blue bag. Deeming that a serene and unconscious contemplation of him would best beseem me, and would be most likely to quell his evil mind, I advanced with that expression of countenance, and was rather congratulating myself on my success, when suddenly the knees of Trabb's boy smote together, his hair uprose, his cap fell off, he trembled violently in every limb, staggered out into the road, and crying to the populace, "Hold me! I'm so frightened!" feigned to be in a paroxysm of terror and contrition, occasioned by the dignity of my appearance. As I passed him, his teeth loudly chattered in his head, and with every mark of extreme humiliation, he prostrated himself in the dust.

Charles Dickens     Great Expectations

This last item of news, which disturbed Lizabetha Prokofievna more than anything else, was perfectly true. On leaving Nastasia's, Aglaya had felt that she would rather die than face her people, and had therefore gone straight to Nina Alexandrovna's. On receiving the news, Lizabetha and her daughters and the general all rushed off to Aglaya, followed by Prince Lef Nicolaievitch--undeterred by his recent dismissal; but through Varia he was refused a sight of Aglaya here also. The end of the episode was that when Aglaya saw her mother and sisters crying over her and not uttering a word of reproach, she had flung herself into their arms and gone straight home with them.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Idiot

Alyosha raised his head, sat up and leaned his back against the tree. He was not crying, but there was a look of suffering and irritability in his face. He did not look at Rakitin, however, but looked away to one side of him.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Brothers Karamazov

All at once, he heard a shout behind him; it was the portress Patagon who had followed him, and who was shaking her fist at him in the distance and crying:--

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

3:3. For this is he that was spoken of by Isaias the prophet, saying: A voice of one crying in the desert, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight his paths.

THE HOLY GOSPEL OF JESUS CHRIST ACCORDING TO SAINT MATTHEW     NEW TESTAMENT

Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, crying:--

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

"'Tis you who have named him, as M. Racine says. Well, am I to rush into his arms, and strain him to my heart, crying, 'My father, my father!' like Monsieur Pixerecourt." [*]

Alexandre Dumas, Pere     The Count of Monte Cristo

Prince Andrew's little son was seven. He could scarcely read, and knew nothing. After that day he lived through many things, gaining knowledge, observation, and experience, but had he possessed all the faculties he afterwards acquired, he could not have had a better or more profound understanding of the meaning of the scene he had witnessed between his father, Mary, and Natasha, than he had then. He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.

Leo Tolstoy     War and Peace

"That's just what has happened. He has been bruised by a stone to-day. Not on the head but on the chest, just above the heart. He came home crying and groaning and now he is ill."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Brothers Karamazov

Hector! I am undone; we both were born To misery, thou in Priam's house in Troy, And I in Hypoplacian Thebes wood-crown'd Beneath Eëtion's roof. He, doom'd himself To sorrow, me more sorrowfully doom'd, Sustain'd in helpless infancy, whom oh That he had ne'er begotten! thou descend'st To Pluto's subterraneous dwelling drear, Leaving myself destitute, and thy boy, Fruit of our hapless loves, an infant yet, Never to be hereafter thy delight, Nor love of thine to share or kindness more. For should he safe survive this cruel war, With the Achaians penury and toil Must be his lot, since strangers will remove At will his landmarks, and possess his fields. Thee lost, he loses all, of father, both, And equal playmate in one day deprived, To sad looks doom'd, and never-ceasing-tears. He seeks, necessitous his father's friends, One by his mantle pulls, one by his vest, Whose utmost pity yields to his parch'd lips A thirst-provoking drop, and grudges more; Some happier child, as yet untaught to mourn A parent's loss, shoves rudely from the board My son, and, smiting him, reproachful cries-- Away--thy father is no guest of ours-- Then, weeping, to his widow'd mother comes Astyanax, who on his father's lap Ate marrow only, once, and fat of lambs, And when sleep took him, and his crying fit Had ceased, slept ever on the softest bed, Warm in his nurse's arms, fed to his fill With delicacies, and his heart at rest. But now, Astyanax (so named in Troy For thy sake, guardian of her gates and towers) His father lost, must many a pang endure. And as for thee, cast naked forth among Yon galleys, where no parent's eye of thine Shall find thee, when the dogs have torn thee once Till they are sated, worms shall eat thee next. Meantime, thy graceful raiment rich, prepared By our own maidens, in thy palace lies; But I will burn it, burn it all, because Useless to thee, who never, so adorn'd, Shalt slumber more; yet every eye in Troy Shall see, how glorious once was thy attire.

BOOK XXII.     The Iliad by Homer

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