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The more rational statement is that we feel sorry because we strike, afraid because we tremble, and not that we cry, strike, or tremble because we are sorry, angry, or fearful as the case may be.

First, don't cry. That's the worst thing a gymnast can do in training, because it can ruin your concentration and lead to injury. Second, always place the highest demands of yourself in the sport.

Three things I want in a relationship: Eyes that won't cry, lips that won't lie, and love that won't die.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

So we down-to-earth, gutsy, tough, realistic, and practical types have just been squandering billions of dollars and unimaginable amounts of energy, nerve-work, and materials in whizzing off to the moon to discover, as astronomers knew before, that it was just a dreary slag heap. This is the true, original and scientifically etymological meaning of being lunatics. Crying for the moon.

Prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trail as well as joy; finally, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.

Sometimes guys need to cry. Some hockey players think they're too tough to cry.

Bert's wallet is like an onion. Any time he opens it, he starts crying.

Do not try to approach God with your thinking mind. It may only stimulate your intellectual ideas, activities, and beliefs. Try to approach God with your crying heart. It will awaken your soulful, spiritual consciousness.

Something told the wild geese_x000D__x000D_It was time to go._x000D__x000D_Though the fields lay golden_x000D__x000D_Something whispered, "snow." _x000D__x000D_Leaves were green and stirring,_x000D__x000D_Berries, luster-glossed,_x000D__x000D_But beneath warm feathers_x000D__x000D_Something cautioned, "frost."_x000D__x000D_All the sagging orchards_x000D__x000D_Steamed with amber spice_x000D__x000D_But each wild breast stiffened_x000D__x000D_At remembered ice._x000D__x000D_Something told the wild geese_x000D__x000D_It was time to fly-_x000D__x000D_Summer sun was on their wings,_x000D__x000D_Winter in their cry.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry_x000D__x000D_Of bugles going by._x000D__x000D_And my lonely spirit thrills_x000D__x000D_To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

The fun part of golf is the variety of shots. In football you can do anything with a ball, but you can do anything with a golf ball as well. When you hit a shot and the ball does exactly what you want it to do ... that's wonderful. It's just great when you hit the ball well. You should always try not to make the ball cry.

If I heard a girl crying help_x000D__x000D_I would go to save her;_x000D__x000D_But you hardly ever hear those words._x000D__x000D_Dear children, you must try to say_x000D__x000D_Something when you are in need._x000D__x000D_Don't confuse hunger with greed;_x000D__x000D_And don't wait until you are dead.

A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too. The tom-tom cries and the tom-tom laughs. If colored people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

As long as one people sit on another and are deaf to their cry, so long will understanding and peace elude all of us.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep _x000D__x000D_Do not stand at my grave and weep,_x000D__x000D_I am not there, I do not sleep._x000D__x000D_I am in a thousand winds that blow,_x000D__x000D_I am the softly falling snow._x000D__x000D_I am the gentle showers of rain,_x000D__x000D_I am the fields of ripening grain._x000D__x000D_I am in the morning hush,_x000D__x000D_I am in the graceful rush_x000D__x000D_Of beautiful birds in circling flight,_x000D__x000D_I am the star shine of the night._x000D__x000D_I am in the flowers that bloom,_x000D__x000D_I am in a quiet room._x000D__x000D_I am in the birds that sing,_x000D__x000D_I am in each lovely thing._x000D__x000D_Do not stand at my grave and cry,_x000D__x000D_I am not there. I do not die.

People die and people cry people want me dead.

Don't cry through your dispair.

Praying is the same to the new creature as crying is to the natural. The child is not learned by art or example to cry, but instructed by nature; it comes into the world crying. Praying is not a lesson got by forms and rules of art, but flowing from principles of new life itself.

It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry 'I could have thought of that' is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn't, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.