I don't really cry over movies or suchlike. News etc, same.
I may well up if I listen to a particularly emotional song, or read a moving passage in a book. Still, that's an exception.![]()
I don't really cry over movies or suchlike. News etc, same.
I may well up if I listen to a particularly emotional song, or read a moving passage in a book. Still, that's an exception.![]()
“The fact that a great many people believe something is no guarantee of its truth.” ― W. Somerset Maugham
Okay, fessing up.
I cry when I see mothers with their children, or families doing stuff together. I want that, someday.
Small dogs also make me cry. Mostly out of fear. Large dogs, on the other hand, I'm cool with. Yes, I know it's irrational.
Some songs like Seasons in the Sun, You are My Sunshine and Silent Night make me cry. Having hope makes me cry sometimes, being reminded how much I love my husband, remembering his proposal to me... those are the things that make me cry. I'm pretty sure there is a looooong list of other stuff, but I'm too hungry to think of any more.
Not to me. I've done it too.Is it wierd that I cry while writing emotionally-charged scenes?![]()
Bravery is not strength, skill and mental power. Bravery is stupidity, luck and adrenaline. ~Anonomous~
what works best with onions is to keep them in the fridge and cut them immediately after taking them out... being cold seems to keep down the fumes...
wearing glasses also helps a great deal...
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“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. ... We need not wait to see what others do.” Gandhi
A good song can make my cry and doesn't have to have lyrics. A strong instrumental could do it, especially if accompanied by a beautiful scenery! :*)
Homework :/
See these articles in my blog: He said, she said - Mechanics of Dialogue, What's Your Point (of View)?, and Show and Tell.
"On 'brainstorming' for story ideas: Don't collect, masticate, and regurgitate. Create." - Cogito
I cut my onion like a man. None of this pansy "protecting my eyes" crap.
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uh... yeah... and of course, being such 'a man' it never causes you to shed a tear, right?[no, i don't believe in the tooth fairy, either]
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“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. ... We need not wait to see what others do.” Gandhi
Real men eat their onions raw and uncut Gonissa.
I'm a terrible writer, so bear with me?
The absence of evidence is not necessarily the evidence of absence - Samuel L. Jackson.
MMMM, that is a tasty burger! - Also Samuel L. Jackson
Oh good grief! Real men cry, and aren't afraid to show it.
Your image will survive the shock.
See these articles in my blog: He said, she said - Mechanics of Dialogue, What's Your Point (of View)?, and Show and Tell.
"On 'brainstorming' for story ideas: Don't collect, masticate, and regurgitate. Create." - Cogito
Sheesh, can't nobody take a joke? There's a smilie in the post...
Oh, and I'm a girl.
The Day They Gave Babies Away, staring Glynis Johns; they wasn't a dry eye in the house.
Real writers don't need smilies.
This just makes me wanna cry.
See these articles in my blog: He said, she said - Mechanics of Dialogue, What's Your Point (of View)?, and Show and Tell.
"On 'brainstorming' for story ideas: Don't collect, masticate, and regurgitate. Create." - Cogito
Johnny Got His Gun ~ Dalton Trumbo
I weeped, I fell into depression, and it is still regarded in my mind as perhaps one of the best literary works of all time.
Thunder~
Just watched the film "Warrior", with Tom Hardy and Joel Edgerton, that brought a tear to my eye.
I seek not my beloved in my hour of sorrow,
I seek the confines of solitude to ponder,
Possession of this vessle is a lonely place,
Dark, gray and hollow,
My body may betray me, my thoughts do keep me,
I wish not for love in my time of deep sorrow,
I seek to utter dirges that open my fradule shell,
To dwell in dark shadow, until the light looms,
To open unto me, false senses of well and worth being.
Frustration. Sad things can make me cry, but not nearly as much as frustration. I hate giving my all on something and simply coming to no avail. Frustration when it comes to objects doesn't really have that effect on me, like fixing a tire & failing at it. It's mostly when it comes to people. In an argument, they just seem on a completely different planet & I'll just feel like I'm about to explode or something.