Top 170 Cried Quotes

Islamophobia first appeared in my life on 11 September 2001. I was coming back from college and didn’t know what had happened. A white van stopped and a man got out. He spat on me, yelled a profanity, and then threw a can of coke in my direction. I cried as I walked home.

The ‘Lost’ pilot was wide enough and included enough things so that when Season Five came, and we spent half of the year in 1973, nobody cried foul. It felt like it was already a part of the DNA.

I heard ‘Angel’ because my children are huge Sarah McLachlan fans. When I heard it for the first time I just cried my eyes out.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this ‘thing called depression’, and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

When I arrived in France, I cried every day. Not because I was in France – I could have been anywhere – but because I was so far, far away from my parents. I missed them so much.

My parents wanted us to be pool-safe, so I had lessons when I was 18 months old. I would like to share with all the parents out there that I was that kid who cried during every one of my lessons. But it wasn’t an option for my parents; we had a backyard pool, so I needed to learn how to swim.

When we launched the SEC Network, I think I cried.

I went to Cork, Ireland, and stood on the dock some of my ancestors had left from. I felt their ghosts gather round me, and I cried to imagine what it must have felt like – leaving that beautiful land and those beloved people, knowing it was forever.

I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

Oprah is signed on to help, and a lot of celebrity friends have agreed to help me raise money for Make-A-Wish. We want to make the world a better place for innocent children. I cried my heart out when my father died from cancer. I wish I was smarter, wiser like a doctor, to save these children from dying.

I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself.

The first year I started liking the Dolphins was Super Bowl VI, which they lost to the Cowboys. I was 5. My whole family was pulling for the Cowboys, so I rooted for the Dolphins. They lost, and I cried.

My mom was a nurse at Rikers Island and she cried to me about not going the wrong route.

I’ve had scenes where I had to cry, and by the time I’ve cried for the 20th time, I’m exhausted.

I don’t really remember, but I’m positive that whenever I cried, my mother gave me something to eat. I’m sure that whenever I had a fight with the little girl next door, or it was raining and I couldn’t go out, or I wasn’t invited to a birthday party, my mother gave me a piece of candy to make me feel better.

I think the last book I cried in was Patti Smith’s ‘Just Kids.’ I don’t shy away from crying, though. I actually really enjoy being moved like that.

I began to use my sensitivity. And I realized I wasn’t weird because I cried a lot.

I was in World War II; I cried when they took me in the Navy. That’s the last time I cried.

When I was a kid, I used to cry every time I lost a game, up until, like, the 8th grade. I used to go ballistic. I used to go crazy. If I cried, it’d be like, ‘Ah, Chris is crying again… damn it… come on, get in the car.’ All that over one game. I hated to lose.

A man doesn’t cry. In my life, I’ve never cried. I cannot do it. I am a man. How will I cry?

I wanted to go the NBA and win a championship because I’ve never seen a grown man cry the way Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan cried when they won a championship.

I looked at Robert Downey, Jr. and all these people – when you ask for redemption, people will give it to you. But if you’re the boy who cried wolf, they’ll destroy you.

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

I know that I’ve seen a mannerism, or a way I’ve cried, or something, where I see a flash of my parents.

When I was 12 I cried to my mom, because I never got my letter to Hogwarts.

The first day I walked into prison, and he slammed that door, I knew the magnitude of the decision that I made, and the poor judgment, and what I allowed to happen to the animals. And, you know, it’s no way of explaining the hurt and the guilt that I felt. And that was the reason I cried so many nights.

I went to Niagara Falls with my family when I was young, and I cried because I thought it would be bigger.

I was the happiest in English class, and algebra was where I cried.

If watching your child die is a parent’s worst nightmare, imagine having to tell your other child that his sister is dead… Although I am certain that he cried, that we all cried, what I remember more is how we collapsed into each other, as if the weight of our loss literally crushed us.

I cried inconsolably when Sridevi passed away, I also went to see her and paid my last respects.

‘The Wedding Singer’ was my first role ever! It took me, like, 20 takes to say my one line. I went home and cried!

Fans always say they laughed and they cried while reading my books. And I tell them that I laughed and cried while writing them.

I took my daughter to the father-daughter dance, and I cried like a little baby.

When ‘Friday Night Lights’ finished, I cried for a day. I have a problem.

I was so honored when Diane Sawyer named me ‘Person of the Week,’ and like I told her, ‘Diane, I love my daughter.’ I cried when I found out when she told me she was gay when she was 17 because of the judgment.

I cried when I watched ‘The Notebook’ for the first time. Any guy who tells you they didn’t cry when they watched ‘The Notebook’s just lying.

I was 15 on the show, and I cried a lot. I was homesick, and was so worried, that I didn’t think of being on ‘American Idol.’ I was so worried that I was going home every week that I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have.

I remember, playing in college especially, I cried in almost every game I played. I just felt so much stress and pressure that I was letting everyone down if I didn’t score a goal or win the game. I carried that weight with me into every game.

Every lesson I learned as a kid was at the dinner table. Being Greek, Sicilian and Ruthenian – we are an emotional bunch. It is where we laughed, cried and yelled – but most importantly, where we bonded and connected.

My first reaction to Trump being elected was a visceral one. I cried for black people in general but, more particularly, for those of us at the margins who have been struggling and who have never received enough support.

I can’t hurt any more than I’ve been hurt, I can’t cry any more than I’ve cried. I’ve been to the highest of highs and lowest of lows, so one day I’m going to find my middle ground and be happy.

I cried when I was drafted by Buffalo… You can’t be a great quarterback in snow and 30 mile-an-hour wind.

I had been taught that if I cried, to be quiet about it, so whereas I never howled, the least thing made me cry both at school and at home. Crying tends to separate a child from other children, for even children dislike a cry baby, and I had no friends in the world.

When I was young, I told my sister that she had chunky thighs. She slapped me and I cried. She feels bad about it to this day, but I feel worse.

For my first wedding, I cried all the way down the aisle. My fake eyelash came off. My nose was red. My eyes were swollen. I’m not one of those pretty criers.

I remember specifically, for me, as a kid growing up or as a young teenager, if I ever cried or got upset in front of anybody, I would be so humiliated.

I remember the European Championships in 2004. Wayne Rooney was a special player in that tournament, and I definitely cried when we got knocked out then.

Yes, and I had pimples so badly it used to make me so shy. I used not to look at myself. I’d hide my face in the dark, I wouldn’t want to look in the mirror and my father teased me and I just hated it and I cried everyday.

I’ve laughed, and I’ve cried. Laughing has got it over crying.

I lost my faith in God when I lost my daughter to Cancer, the beast. I begged, I cried, I offered my life for hers, and day by day, I watched that beautiful little Angel slip off. So, excuse me for not taking my seat next to you on Sunday in Church, I feel too cheated to worship.

I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, ‘Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.’ I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

The apostles were moved, not so much by an intellectual apprehension, as by a spiritual illumination. They met men, and the need of those men whom they met cried aloud to them.

I’ve been making notes of my life, but when it finally came time to write it, it took me back, and I cried many tears. But I also think that it’s liberating.

The Greenham women left home for peace: ‘Not in our name!’ they cried. And in doing so, they spoke for millions.

Feminists cried, ‘Sexism!’ when New York Senator Hillary Clinton was judged not by the content of her character but by the color of her pantsuits.