Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.

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.

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.

What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

My tears are salty. I shouldn’t eat potato chips while drinking my Cry Water, because it only makes me thirstier for your love.

I tried to rinse off in the Shower of Love, but you had used all the hot water. So I just stood there, crying, and peeing on my feet.

...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

If you choose to be sad then you will be sad but there times you don't know why you're sad. Tears start flowing from your eyes.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

If you are not satisfied with the things you have got then stop crying and start working and go get those things that will satisfy you.

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

I cried at the funeral. It wasn’t because I loved her, it was because I was there, in the front pew at the church, chopping onions.

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

My heart was in a perpetual state of sadness and the only relief I could find were in those cathartic cries. I lived a fragile existence.