Quote by Marcel Proust

“For so long, I’d wanted to hear those words fall from her lips. I’d just had no idea that in those words there would…

— A.L. Jackson

“The sensuality of her grief, thawing. Her power coming into focus, still so chaotic inside her. I love the way she splurged on this…

— Laurie Perez

“it wouldn’t take much for the sorrow she felt at the sorrow she caused to drown her again”

— Anna Gavalda

“And her eyes filled with heavy, regretful tears, yet she did not quite know for what she was weeping. She only knew that some…

— Radclyffe Hall

“She allowed herself the luxury of a good cry, figuring that her tears were mingling with the downpour to soak into the soil. It…

— Tracy Winegar

“She had wept until she was scrapped raw inside, empty but for the leaden weight of every memory of the life she had left,…

— Kali Wallace

“She had the feeling that somehow, in the very far-off places, perhaps even in far-off ages, there would be a meaning found to all…

— Hannah Hurnard

“She’d never seen him cry before – not really cry, with snot and noise and heaving sobs – and as she looked down into…

— Sarah Michelle Lynch

“Crying had made her want a shoulder on which to rest her head, arms to hold her. She'd wasted too many tears alone in…

— Laurie Alice Eakes

“Her emotions were so raw that the hated tears were always just below the surface, waiting to escape at the most inopportune times. She…

— Laurann Dohner

“She who was the heart And hinge of all our learnings and our loves: She left us destitute and, as we might, Trooping together.”

— Malcolm Gladwell

“She'd always been an emotional giver- never afraid to soothe, nurture, touch. She cried big, laughed loud, and refused to shy away from silliness.…

— Jennifer Probst