There is something strangely determinate and fatal about a single shot in the night. It is as if someone had cried a… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
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“If you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
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I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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Last Night I Cried Tears Of Joy What did we do to deserve this? Not To Dwell On The Past But To… — Rick Ross Copy Share Image
Here's to the night I stood alone, to the night I cried so hard I couldn't breathe, to the night I prayed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If the world was black and white then darkness would have never mind , the night would have never cried and the… — muskan bhatia Copy Share Image
Last night I cried, tossed and turned. Woke up with dry eyes. My mind was racing, feet were pacing. Lord, help me… — Vivian Green Copy Share Image
