‘When Doves Cry’ came out – it sounded like nothing that was on the radio. ‘Let’s Go Crazy’ was number one on R&B stations, and there’s nothing that’s been like that on radio since.
I’ve always noticed that girls cry way easier than guys do.
Scheduling is always tough, no matter what the budget size is, and we had our own run-ins with that on ‘Fading of the Cries.’
Qualifying for the Olympic Games was one of those moments where you just cry because it was like you’ve climbed Mount Everest.
If the rise of European colonisation began in 18th century India, then the rallying cry of ‘Jai Hind!’ also signalled its end in 1947.
I don’t know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don’t deal well with disappointment.
I have strange blood sugar levels. I get very odd if I don’t eat. I either want to hit someone, cry, or fall asleep.
Spielberg may have intended ‘Schindler’s List’ as the opposite of entertainment, but the film grossed $321 million and engaged audiences as only entertainment can, coaxing them to cry and shudder, leaving their hearts more heavy than broken.
Once the cry and the cause of a generation of progressives to make America safer, fairer and cleaner, ‘regulation’ is now a dirty word in our politics. Even Democrats are quick to talk about cutting regulations; Republicans hate them with – how to put it? – evangelical fervor.
I was born and raised in the Bronx and my grandfather and my brother Garry were huge Yankees fans. One of my first memories is of them listening to a game on the radio and screaming at the radio. My brother would cry when they lost, and when I was really little, I didn’t know why he was crying.
I immerse myself in everything I write; I feel what my characters do. I suffer with them. I cry as I type, sometimes to the point that I can’t see the screen.
I’ve always said music should make you laugh, make you cry or make you think.
I would say I’m self-taught, but Corinne Day made me less conscious of myself. I was 15, and she’d make me take off my top, and I’d cry. After five years, you get used to it, and you’re not self-conscious anymore.
When I’m sitting writing, I know that something works if I’ve made myself cry, or laugh, or have a visceral emotion.
When a book is alive, really alive, you feel it. You put it to your ear here, and you feel it breathe, sometimes laugh, sometimes cry, just like a person, a little person.
It’s been a while since I checked in with Malcolm Gladwell’s ‘Revisionist History’ podcast. The episode ‘The King of Tears’ suggests the author is raising the bar. His argument is that country music is the genre that makes us cry because, unlike rock, it’s not afraid of specifics.
Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth – look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
It was very much a cry for democratic control at that time. Above all, breaking the accomplished power of a few people to rule the lives of everybody else.
I’m very sensitive in real life. I cannot not cry if someone around me is crying. I will start to cry if someone is crying, even if it’s not appropriate. I have that thing in me, a weakness or sensitivity.
George W. Bush has dutifully, if not intentionally, provided Americans with laughs for nearly a decade. He has also made them cry, sometimes for the same reason.
I don’t usually try to rely on songs to woo a girl, but I think Coldplay can get a girl in the mood… or make her cry, one or the other. I used to play in cover bands; we sure did our fair share of Coldplay. I like ‘Viva La Vida.’
I don’t cry easily.
The relationships I’ve had with animals are often some of the most profound. That’s why you cry when a dog dies in a movie. The connection is so deep and so profound, and it isn’t cluttered by humanity.
‘I don’t need brains,’ says the billionaire contemptuously. ‘I’m brainy enough myself!’ The broker cries out in desperation, ‘What, in heaven’s name, do you want?’ ‘Goodness,’ is the answer.
When things have gone really wrong in my life, I’ve cried like a child. I have really, really cried. I cry it out. Two-three days I cry, and then I’m like, enough, time to deal with reality and figure a way out. This is the way I have dealt with everything.
It’s not so uncommon for me to get so wrapped up in a song that I cry several times when I sing them. That’s the difference between my music and some of the other folks.
I don’t like my parents; I never will. I didn’t cry at either of their funerals. I haven’t missed them for five seconds. I didn’t – you know, our characters were so at odds with one another right from the beginning. But I do understand them now as human beings, with the understanding of an adult.
The Lord had been very gracious, and spoke peace to me in the time of my distress, and I now most ungratefully turned again to folly; at times I felt sharp reproof, but I did not get low enough to cry for help.
Acting is about giving yourself away, like the U2 song ‘With or Without You.’ You just don’t stay behind a character and make people laugh or cry. At some point you have to take off that mask, and when you do, you’re a human being, not just an actor. After all, I’m Catherine the person first. You share that.
Our war cries opened the deaf ears of the almighty government and its accomplices.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
The theater is so big and dark and private. Nobody knows that I am there. I am relaxed. I forget completely I am an actress. I laugh, I applaud, I cry.
I’m an emotional gangster. I cry once every month.
Anchormen shouldn’t cry.
We need to put ourselves in the shoes of our customers. That is my new battle cry. Live and breathe Starbucks the way our customers do.
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.
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.
We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.
I don’t really cry.
But there’s the paradox of fiction – why do you cry when a fake character dies? It’s the basis of art. You engage with people who don’t exist and care about them as you would your friends and relatives.
The world cries out for global rules that respect the achievements of science.
In the finest critics one hears the full cry of the human. They tell one why it matters to read.
The first time I didn’t get called back at an audition, I cried. My mom told me, ‘We’re doing this for fun, and if it’s not fun anymore, we’re not going to do it. So if you ever cry again, we’re going to stop.’ I never cried from then on, and I kept that lesson for the rest of my life.
I cry for a lot of good things that happen. I cry a lot, okay?
I used to be really nervous to perform in front of people. I would cry.
I cry a lot, you know. Which is very difficult for a man to recognise, but I do. I cry in movies, you know, just watching movies.
I’ve been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I’d probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.
The cry of the oppressed has entered not only into my ears, but into my soul, so that while I live, I cannot hold my peace.
And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the street and I’d see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.
When I got married in 1991, I had never been to a wedding, so I didn’t know that my wedding was tacky. I didn’t know that I was getting married in a quinceanera dress, because there was nobody there to cry over me and tell me I look like a fool.
I’d like someone tall, dark and nice. Independent and confident. Not a macho man. Perhaps a little bit girly, in a way. The key for me is if we can cry with laughter.
I cry very easily.
Oh yeah; I love when I’m writing something that makes me cry – that’s so cool. If it got me to do that, it’s going to get someone else to do that.
I had fun doing both types of roles. Both are good. One day you laugh, and the next day you cry. That’s how it is.
My whole thing as a performer is to affect people, whether I make you cry or I make you laugh. I would love to make you think.
I have always enjoyed watching my songs make people cry.
My mother used to stop me from going to DJ battles. I’d, like, cry, get really upset.
My kids say if there’s any family dinner that doesn’t result in somebody crying, it’s not a good dinner. They cry because it helps relieve them of a guilt or some onerous emotional burden. It’s like a family tradition.
I was about 10 when I first began to sing. My mother had been away for three weeks, and I learned ‘Don’t Cry for Me Argentina.’ When she came back, I sang it in front of her, my auntie Linda, my father, my uncle Jim, and my grandmother.
