An onion can make people cry but there’s never been a vegetable that can make people laugh.
I want to make people cry even when they don’t understand my words.
I liked the idea of being a father, to have a child, and finally Francesca arrived, and now the house is insane because she cries all day, and at night, she doesn’t let us sleep.
I remember once, years ago, I met Sting, and he told me that he had seen ‘Spinal Tap’ 50 times. He said: ‘Every time I watch it, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.’
Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.
You’ll never have any trouble with Mr. T, I’m just a big, calm teddy bear kind of guy. Mr. T ain’t ashamed to cry. When I go out and I meet people who are suffering and they come and talk to me, Mr. T cries, Mr. T who could break a man’s jaw with his fist.
I cry all the time – at work, at the shrink’s, with my lady. ‘The Notebook’ killed me. ‘Up’ destroyed me.
A woman can laugh and cry in three seconds and it’s not weird. But if a man does it, it’s very disturbing. The way I’d describe it is like this: I have been allowed inside the house of womanhood, but I feel that they wouldn’t let me in any of the interesting rooms.
Men can’t bear to see women cry.
The first record I got, I think I stole. I was with my mother; she turned her back, and I slipped it in my coat. And I think it was ‘Cry Baby’ by The Bonnie Sisters. That or ‘Lucille’ by Little Richard.
Actors walk around wearing these little tool-belts of acting skills. And I just don’t find that interesting to watch. I never want to see someone who clearly can cry at the drop of a hat. That’s so uninteresting.
I used music as therapy and embraced being a cry baby.
I like poems where you don’t really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.
Consolation of music is different from the one of words. It starts from the inside… It cries with you instead of telling you to stop crying.
‘CBS Sunday Morning’ goes by its own pulse, a far cry from the fast-paced, Trump-obsessed cable news world. It’s quality. It’s often uplifting, even the hard topics it looks at.
There’s something in the moment when you can make them laugh or cry and show and incredibly compassionate side of life. I find that a really exemplary way to live.
Recently, I was preparing to sing Springsteen’s ‘If I Should Fall Behind’ for a wedding and was unable to get through it without tears. My wife handed me ‘Love You Forever.’ I read it. I cried. But that cry somehow cured me of crying while singing the song. Go figure.
In high school, a teacher once suggested that I be a math major in college. I thought, ‘Me? You’ve got to be joking!’ I mean, in junior high, I used to come home and cry because I was so afraid of my math homework. Seriously, I was terrified of math.
I’m quite an emotional person. I cry a lot. I do not like conflict, so if I have an argument with my parents, I’ll often cry. I become too emotional.
I am representing here – the sound of silence. The cry of innocence. And, the face of invisibility. I represent millions of those children who are left behind, and that’s why I have kept an empty chair here as a reminder.
It’s impossible to play a run with as much feeling as a single note. I’ve never been so much into runs as making single notes cry.
One thing that bugs me in comedy is when somebody does a fake cry, you know, like they fake cry in a comedy. But in a drama they’ll really cry. That bugs me.
I didn’t cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.
A TV show besides ‘This is Us’ that makes me cry? Not a shocker, but ‘Game of Thrones.’
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.
I feel very fortunate. I feel like an Olympian. When I watch the Olympics, I cry because I have been through that journey.
Democrats single out glaring examples of tax preferences or spending priorities that favor the wealthy and Republicans cry ‘class warfare!’
On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.
I’m very sensitive and I’m quite a soft person, and I cry a lot when things upset me.
I can cry at the drop of a hat. I’ve always found that easier than laughing in films.
It is, therefore, essential that we guard our own thinking and not be among those who cry out against prejudices applicable to themselves, while busy spawning intolerances for others.
If you give me a typewriter and I’m having a good day, I can write a scene that will astonish its readers. That will perhaps make them laugh, perhaps make them cry – that will have some emotional clout to it. It doesn’t cost much to do that.
Being a good mother is really so hard and so important, and it’s this thing that all people long for. Think of all the soldiers who cry out for their mothers on the battlefield as they die. It’s a primal relationship.
I grew up in a blue-collar neighborhood and was raised by a man who did not emote, ever… I always cry at movies, and when I was a kid, I would try to hide it. It wasn’t something a kid in Oaklyn, N.J., did. So I have these weird hang-ups about emotions.
I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
Life happens, honey. What are you going to do? Cry in a bowl of milk?
I have been running since I was 7. I was trying to restructure the way my body was made instead of trying to master the way I ran. I would get so frustrated with my starts in practices that I would just cry. When I ran, I wouldn’t even try to get out of the blocks, I would just run.
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 saw how, when my brother smoked reefer, it made my mother cry. He was 16 at the time. And I saw that she broke down and cried. I never wanted to hurt my mother, so I kept away from drugs.
Don’t be afraid to cry. Everyone needs a good cry sometimes. Sometimes I’ll feel it in my throat, like, ‘Today I’m going to cry about something stupid,’ so just to get it out of the way, I’ll watch a sad movie or something, accepting that that’s totally fine and feels good.
No one saw me cry over my dad’s death for almost nine years. I hid what I felt, bottling up my emotions so tightly that almost nothing leaked out.
I love ‘The Orphanage’ because the concept is so cool and the story is told in such an interesting way. It’s a movie that will scare your socks off but make you cry at the end. It’s one of the most tragic movies I’ve ever watched and is truly heartbreaking and scary at the same time.
My dream role would be a role that is entertaining and ‘massy,’ and it should be able to make people laugh and cry and make the audience scared of me and then make them fall in love with me again.
I’m a great audience. I cry very easily. I suspend disbelief in two seconds.
Creating emotion was what my career was all about. I wanted people to laugh at me; I wanted people to cry with me. I wanted people to feel good or to think about something when they watched me. I think that’s why, even not being an Olympic champion, I have such a huge following around the world.
The two things that matter the most to me: emotional resonance and rocket launchers. Party of Five, a brilliant show, and often made me cry uncontrollably, suffered ultimately from a lack of rocket launchers.
The message I want to give my fans is, always have a way to pull yourself out of the dark place. Don’t sit and cry about it. Have your moment, and then get over it.
Mostly I sit alone in a room and cry and do my job – so when they let me out of my cave to go on tour, I really listen to my readers.
My No. 1 is Johnny Depp, ever since ‘Cry Baby.’ He had my heart.
I’m more apt to cry at something beautiful than at something sad.
I think what is British about me is my feelings and awareness of others and their situations. English people are always known to be well mannered and cold but we are not cold – we don’t interfere in your situation. If we are heartbroken, we don’t scream in your face with tears – we go home and cry on our own.
Joe Frazier is so ugly that when he cries, the tears turn around and go down the back of his head.
Trouble is, we call politics a game, but it isn’t one. There is no referee, and the teams make up the rules as they go along. You can’t cry foul or offside in politics. Almost anything goes.
The thing is that I always consider myself lucky that I can actually cry listening to some music.
Acting, it’s hit or miss. Make them laugh, make them cry; hopefully they have a little entertainment.
I’m a big girl, but I have a delicate constitution emotionally. If I’ve been humiliated in some audition, I just cry all the way home and think, ‘Oh my God, I suck.’
One of the cries from the people was, don’t forget us. They have a long road ahead of them. Operation Blessing has found those little fishing towns. They will not be getting what other towns are getting from the government.
The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, only one day after my arrival in New York. The abyss of loneliness. I ate a solitary dinner in a small cafe, and the very food tasted bitter with my unshed tears. One doesn’t dare cry in America. It is unmanly here.
