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What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.


Sylvia Plath

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I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and...
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We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we b...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the li...
ALFRED TENNYSON cry
there is no healing
without release
JENAI CHARLES So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

Ah," s...
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPéRY When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cas...
RICK YANCEY You still whispered you would not die.
Yet in the nights I heard you cry
Like a whipped chil...
WILLIAM DEWITT SNODGRASS So your flesh shall be part of mine
And part of mine be yours.
Brother and sister we shall b...
WILLIAM EMPSON I cry often.
I cry and cleanse my
face with my tears and
swim to the center
...
A.P. SWEET Don’t cry for me, yet make sure I live on instead/the flesh may be destroyed, but the soul has a l...
E. PALUSZAK No one knows if I'm dying to laugh or to cry
So my verse has
this almost imperceptible thr...
MARIO QUINTANA I hear my silence talked of in every lane;
The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.
DARSHAN SINGH Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fea...
SARA TEASDALE Don’t cry for me, yet make sure I live on instead/the flesh may be destroyed, but the soul has a lo...
E. PALUSZAK Don’t cry for me, yet make sure I live on instead. The flesh may be destroyed, but the soul has a l...
E. PALUSZAK Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
I...
LANGSTON HUGHES When clouds of pain loom in the sky
When a shadow of sadness flickers by
When a tear finds...
JAVED AKHTAR HELP!”
I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-
No.<...
PATRICK NESS Do you wanna leave soon?
No, I want enough time to be in love with everything...
And I cry...
MARINA KEEGAN To die,
so young to die.
No, no, not I,
I love the warm sunny skies,
light, song...
HANNAH SENESH Life is Beautiful, it is you who want to Enjoy or Cry.
Enjoy = Win, Cry = Loose.
KRVISHAL ...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
I am...
MUNIA KHAN Mirror is my
Best Friend because
when i Cry
it never Laughs.
CHARLIE CHAPLIN Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to
me about money and what it can buy...
V.C. ANDREWS When you saw a wounded who cry out for help,
you may be the one sent by God to bring a favor.
TOBA BETA When you are so full of sorrow
that you can't walk, can't cry anymore,
think about the gre...
OMAR KHAYYáM My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.
NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spir...
VAN MORRISON a far cry from
our original expectations.
BO XILAI I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
and descends
into the water
with the ghosts...
A.P. SWEET Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing...
NIKKI ROWE If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that...
TUPAC SHAKUR Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over...
PHILIP K. DICK What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed tha...
SøREN KIERKEGAARD Anger has great strength, but no brains.
Greed has a great appetite, but no heart.
Pride ...
MATSHONA DHLIWAYO I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATH You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look....
MAGGIE STIEFVATER Dr. Suess said: 'Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened..'

I tell my dat...
JOSH STERN Such a crises occurs only where the ever-lengthening chain of payments,
and an artificial syste...
KARL MARX Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY Elm

BY SYLVIA PLATH

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap r...
SYLVIA PLATH Empathy is the new measurement of everything. It doesn't matter what religion you have, what God you...
C. JOYBELL C. A child's cry touches a father's heart, and our King is the Father of his people. If we can do no mo...
CHARLES HADDON SPURGEON We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee ...
AVIJEET DAS I hold my peace, sir? no;
No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven and men and...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE One day he said, "I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown."
And he told th...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN It is a lie.
ARTHUR MILLER Many men, One Cry
One Woman, a Pleasant Pride.
GOITSEMANG MVULA you look at me and cry
everything hurts

i hold you and whisper
but everything c...
RUPI KAUR My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only th...
SYLVIA PLATH Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive b...
SYLVIA PLATH Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body c...
ROBERT BURNS We grow old without knowing the reason.
We build the walls for no good reason.
We start th...
ANTHONY T. HINCKS IV   The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon bec...
WILLIAM BLAKE May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are me...
TERESA OF ÁVILA So may the outward shows be least themselves:
The world is still deceived with ornament.
I...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE People not cry 'coztheir weak,
It Beacaus They've been srong...
GFor too long !!
REYNILYN "The Lesson":

Yes, my fretting,
Frowning child,
I could cross
The room to y...
CAROL LYNN PEARSON And the tears that cry, white and calm,
Nobody sees them forth within the soul!
And my m...
ANONYMOUS I cry a lot.'
'Yeah? Well I'm gonna change that.
SIMONE ELKELES DEMON MATH
What is JUST in a world
you've ripped in two
as if there could be
...
KAMI GARCIA You laugh at love... but love will make you cry.
- Yasu
AI YAZAWA Song of myself
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How cou...
WALT WHITMAN What if dragons breathed bubbles
and purred when they cuddled
and giggled at chivalrous ...
RICHELLE E. GOODRICH Would it help,” he asked gently, “to have a shoulder to cry on?”
She fought to conceal h...
LISA KLEYPAS What happens to the drop of wine
That you pour into the sea?
Does it remain itself, unchan...
JACOPONE DA TODI It's Halloween,
The night we all play,
Trick or treat,
We won't go away.
Be we g...
ANTHONY T.HINCKS For Equilibrium, a Blessing:
Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the relief ...
JOHN O'DONOHUE Cry hamhock and let slip the hogs of war!"
- Oberon
KEVIN HEARNE Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins ...
ALFRED TENNYSON You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right ...
MAX EHRMANN [Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. Sh...
ANNE CARSON ...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a sh...
SYLVIA PLATH I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
SYLVIA PLATH We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
AVIJEET DAS In every possibility of a mind
May you travel, yet not blind.
As a head filled with imag...
ANA CLAUDIA ANTUNES There is now a distance,
pressing quite persistent,
May be only inches apart,
but as ...
JASLEEN KAUR GUMBER but my dad said it was no excuse.
"But I love him!" I had never seen my sister cry that much. STEPHEN CHBOSKY Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;
A time to plant, a time to harvest. LAILAH GIFTY AKITA This is a serious warning cry: Surrender without reservation to the Lord who has called us. This is ...
EDITH STEIN Laugh until you cry;
never let your eyes look dry
This is not a matter of joke;
this ...
MUNIA KHAN The opportunity to decieve others is ever present and often tempting, and each instance of deception...
SAM HARRIS I thought it could be something, I mean, eventually." Harrison finally looks at us. "My life I thoug...
COURTNEY SUMMERS You may cry out tears for misplacing your money, but you got to cry out blood if you have misplaced ...
ISRAELMORE AYIVOR -Desiderata-

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may...
MAX EHRMANN Don’t cry for them to be happy.
Find courage to overcome the circumstance.
LAILAH GIFTY AKITA Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: ...
GASTON LEROUX He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the ...
HONORé DE BALZAC Lament invoked love.
Woe invoked wonder.
Grief invoked grace.
Cry invoked celebration...
NEENA VERMA So you think you know the real meaning of fear?
Yeah, you think you do know, but I doubt it.
ILYA SELVINSKIY I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:<...
PABLO NERUDA Sit with me, and I'll not be alone.
Hold my hand, and I'll not feel alone.
Cry with me, an...
RICHELLE E. GOODRICH The cry of the oppressed has entered not only into my ears, but into my soul, so that while I live, ...
ELIJAH PARISH LOVEJOY When you face the worst situation, what do you do? Do you cry? No!
With positive mentality you ...
LAILAH GIFTY AKITA Love is a chemical reaction,
But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science.
And ...
SUZY KASSEM Life, of course, never gets anyone's entire attention. Death always remains interesting, pulls us, d...
JANET MALCOLM As we are standing on a dazzling cliff, overwhelmed by a blizzard of unanswered questions, the alarm...
ERIK PEVERNAGIE He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it Cry 'No recovery.'
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I'll give you something to cry about!!
Hell, no need to get up I’m doing a good job of bawli...
NEIL LECKMAN It is raining in my heart.
Humanity is shedding a tear.
I asked, “Who is suffering?” DEBASISH MRIDHA M.D.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and...
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SYLVIA PLATH I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
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SYLVIA PLATH I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
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"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
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You leave the same impression
Of something be...
SYLVIA PLATH I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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SYLVIA PLATH Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing...
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SYLVIA PLATH Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.
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SYLVIA PLATH Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.
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SYLVIA PLATH I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will
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SYLVIA PLATH I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly con...
SYLVIA PLATH Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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SYLVIA PLATH So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
SYLVIA PLATH I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life...
SYLVIA PLATH How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
SYLVIA PLATH There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
SYLVIA PLATH I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make...
SYLVIA PLATH I think I may well be a Jew.
SYLVIA PLATH With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is li...
SYLVIA PLATH Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s he...
SYLVIA PLATH There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
SYLVIA PLATH I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de...
SYLVIA PLATH The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
SYLVIA PLATH I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too clo...
SYLVIA PLATH I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
SYLVIA PLATH But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn...
SYLVIA PLATH I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
SYLVIA PLATH I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
SYLVIA PLATH That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite secu...
SYLVIA PLATH To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
SYLVIA PLATH When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
SYLVIA PLATH The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
SYLVIA PLATH The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
SYLVIA PLATH What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is ...
SYLVIA PLATH So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being ...
SYLVIA PLATH My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
SYLVIA PLATH I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the ...
SYLVIA PLATH The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
SYLVIA PLATH What did my arms do before they held you?
SYLVIA PLATH I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
SYLVIA PLATH Is anyone anywhere happy?
SYLVIA PLATH I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to rea...
SYLVIA PLATH I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but...
SYLVIA PLATH You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult ki...
SYLVIA PLATH It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
SYLVIA PLATH Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının ...
SYLVIA PLATH Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar m...
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