There was a standing ovation. There was raucous applause. I think it will become a rallying cry.
There was a standing ovation. There was raucous applause. I think it will become a rallying cry.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
Memorial Day is the occasion this nation sets aside to remember, to grieve, and to honor those who chose or were compelled to sacrifice their lives in behalf of a cause they believed or were told was just. Those of us who have known war hear the cries of the dying forever echo in our minds and suffer the pain and loss each day of our lives. We need no holiday to remind us.
The mayor was devastated. He knew his city was damaged beyond what they'd realized. There were women in the room crying. It was a very emotional meeting.
The first time I heard it, I was like, 'Are you kidding me' Randy gets so emotional with the explicit lyrics and crying, the whole nine yards. He wants everybody to hear it. Some guys probably want to slap him a little bit. Other guys enjoy it. It doesn't bother me. He gives me a little comic relief.
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!
Carolina, she almost always awakes at two or three in the morning, crying.
Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords;
Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, "Peace, freedom, and liberty!
I watch television and I cry, and then I watch television and then I cry, and then I go on.
Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
Jean, whose laughter flashed over depths of terror,
And Eloise, who desired to love but dared not;
Doris, who turned alone to the dark and cried,
They are blown away like windflung chords of music,
They drift away; the sudden music has died.
No rings through the nose, no cries.
It's a crying shame we've got to go pull our son up again just to get the truth.
I got very emotional, but I tried not to let her see me cry. We didn't want to make her sad she has gone through enough already. We played and sang, but it gave me great pain to watch her there, so defenseless and with no idea that her mother was gone.
Then Love cried, "Break me his lance, each knight!
I lived most of it, and it brought back bad memories. She did a wonderful job with that book. It made me cry.
The first time he won Wimbledon, I was in front of my TV and I saw him cry, and I start crying.
Which when the apostles, Barnabas and Paul, heard of, they rent their clothes, and ran in among the people, crying out, And saying, Sirs, why do ye these things We also are men of like passions with you, and preach unto you that ye should turn from these vanities unto the living God, which made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and all things that are therein.
Now, I saw, upon a time, when he was walking in the fields, that he was, as he was wont, reading in his book, and greatly distressed in his mind and, as he read, he burst out, as he had done before, crying, What shall I do to be saved.
It feels amazing, I can't believe it. When the buzzer sounded, I was crying. I'm so happy we got this far, and I just can't wait to get even more happy when we go to the next round.
She was crying. There were tears coming down her cheeks. She spoke no English, except 'I miss my mom, I miss my mom'. There's this little girl and all we could tell is that she missed her mom. Then we stopped to eat, and she couldn't say anything except 'hamburger' at this big place with so much to eat.
I see them little kids crying, I just think about my kids, about my son. You see little babies floating in the river. It's amazing. Amazing these people are still just going. You complain about the littlest things. But we're so fortunate to breathe and walk, knowing all of this is going on.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low, Im so lonesome I could cry.
Last night we went from house to house, crying and praying.
He was so good with the kids on the set. He just knew exactly how to handle them. The baby would cry and Vin would hold him and do all these weird sounds and the baby would stop crying. It was really cute.
When they reached the end of the room he stopped, and muttered some words she could not understand. She opened her eyes, and saw the wall slowly fading away like a mist, and a great black cavern in front of her. A bitter cold wind swept round them, and she felt something pulling at her dress. Quick, quick, cried the Ghost, or it will be too late, and, in a moment, the wainscoting had closed behind them, and the Tapestry Chamber was empty.
The bright old day now dawns again the cry runs through the land, in England there shall be dear bread in Ireland, sword and brand and poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand, so rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, of the fine old English Tory days hail to the coming time
O, cry you mercy, sir.
Cry, 'Havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
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