Give yourself permission to cry.
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Damn it, tears don't mean I'm frail and pathetic, only that I'm unhappy.
Everyone cries sooner or later. Everyone cries.
Don't feel bad about crying. Ever.
Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.
There is no point in delaying crying. Sadness is like having a vicious alligator around. You can ignore it for only so long before it begins devouring things and you have to pay attention.
Maybe there in a set amount of crying your body needs to deal with any trauma. There’s a certain water-level of tears you need to shed until you can find acceptance or move on or whatever. And, if you don’t cry them out, they just catch up with you.
They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith.
Crying is like a thundershower for the soul. The air feels so wonderful after the rain. Don’t think too much. Breathe. Don’t be harsh or demanding on yourself. Just experience your feelings and know that your tears are announcing change in your life. Change is coming; like a summer rain — to wash aw…
Her only weapons were her tears.
I clench my teeth as tears come. I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are the melting ice of snow. All angels are close to the crying person.
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.
Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.
To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.
One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line -- gather, fall, slide... gather, fall, slide... each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.
God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us.
The hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.