Sobbing Quotes

“Be careful,' says Rocky. 'You are friend now.'

'Thanks,' I say. 'You are friend also.'

'Thank.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“The same ten minutes that magazines urge me to use for sit-ups and triceps dips, I used for sobbing.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

“She shut her eyes against the realisation rising within her like a tidal wave. It would sweep away everything in its path once she admitted it. Consume her entirely. The thought was enough for her to straighten and wipe away her tears. 'I can't accept this.'

'It was made for you,' he smiled softly.

She couldn't bear that smile, his kindness and joy, as she corrected. 'I will not accept it.' She placed the orb back in its box and handed it to him. 'Return it.'

His eyes shuttered. 'It's a gift, not a fucking wedding ring.'

She stiffened. 'No, I'll look to Eris for that.'

He went still. 'Say that again.'

She made her face cold, the only shield she had against him. 'Rhys says Eris wants me for his bride. He'll do anything we want in exchange for my hand.'

The Siphons atop Cassian's hands flickered. 'You aren't considering saying yes.'

She said nothing. Let him believe the worst.

He snarled. 'I see. I get a little too close and you shove me away again. Back to where it's safe. Better to marry a viper like Eris than be with me.'

'I am not with you,' she snapped. 'I am fucking you.'

'The only thing fit for a bastard-born brute, right?'

'I didn't say that.'

'You don't need to. You've said it a thousand times before.'

'Then why did you bother to cut in at the ball?'

'Because I was fucking jealous!' he roared, wings splaying. 'You looked like a queen, and it was painfully obvious that you should be with a princeling like Eris and not a low-born nothing like me! Because I couldn't stand the sight of it, right down to my gods-damned bones! But go ahead, Nesta. Go ahead and fucking marry him and good fucking luck to you!'

'Eris is the brute,' she shot back. 'He is a brute and a piece of shit. And I would marry him because I am just like him!'

The words echoed through the room.

His pained face gutted her. 'I deserve Eris.' Her voice cracked.

Cassian panted, his eyes still lit with fury- and now with shock.

Nesta said hoarsely. 'You are good, Cassian. And you are brave, and brilliant, and kind. I could kill anyone who has ever made you feel less than that- less than what you are. And I know I'm a part of that group, and I hate it.' Her eyes burned, but she fought past it. 'You are everything I have never been, and will never be good enough for. Your friends know it, and I have carried it around with me all this time- that I do not deserve you.

The fury slid from his face.

Nesta didn't stop the tears that flowed, or the words that tumbled out. 'I didn't deserve you before the war, or afterward, and I certainly don't now.' She let out a low, broken laugh. 'Why do you think I shoved you away? Why do you think I wouldn't speak to you?' She put a hand on her aching chest. 'After my father died, after I failed in so many ways- denying myself of you...' She sobbed. 'It was my punishment. Don't you understand that?' She could barely see him through her tears. 'From the moment I met you, I wanted you more than reason From the moment I saw you in my house, you were all I could think about. And it terrified me. No one had ever held such power over me. And I am still terrified that if I let myself have you... it will be taken away. Someone will take it away, and if you're dead...' She buried her face in her hands. 'It doesn't matter,' she whispered. 'I do not deserve you, and I never, ever will.'

Utter silence filled the room. Such silence that she wondered if he'd left, and lowered her hands to see if he was there.

Cassian stood before her. Tears streaming down his beautiful, perfect face.

She didn't balk from it, letting him see her like this: her most raw, most base self. He'd always seen all of her, anyway.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak. Had to swallow and try again.

Nesta saw all the words in his eyes, though. The same ones she knew lay in her own.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“And when the sobs finally begin they are long, scalding ones, the kind that come again and again.”
― Richard Yates, The Collected Stories

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassina had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She burst into tears. Not dainty, feminine tears, but a messy, red-faced explosion of sobs. The most terrible, beautiful, stunning feeling she'd ever known had come crashing over her in a huge wave, and she was drowning in it.
Gabriel stared at her with alarm, fumbling in his coat pocket for a handkerchief. "No, no... you weren't supposed to... my God, Pandora, don't do that. What is it?" He mopped at her face until she took the handkerchief from him and blew her nose, her shoulders shaking. Ashe continued to hover and ask worried questions, Phoebe left the piano and came to them.
Keeping Pandora folded deeply in his embrace, Gabriel cast a distracted glance at his sister. "I don't know what's wrong," he muttered.
Phoebe shook her head and reached up to ruffle his hair fondly. "Nothing's wrong, lunkhead. You came into her life like a lightning strike. Anyone would feel a bit scorched.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“Children ceased to be children when you put a sword in their hands. When you taught them to fight in a war, then you armed them and put them on the front lines, they were not children anymore. They were soldiers.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“I guess this is it,' I say.

'It is time, ' he says. 'We go save homeworlds now.'

'Yeah.'

'Your face is leaking.'

I wipe my eyes. 'Human thing. Don't worry about it.'

'Understand.' He pushes himself along to the airlock door. He opens it and pauses there. 'Goodbye, friend Grace.'

I wave meekly. 'Goodbye, friend Rocky.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.'

'Because you are not fit to go there,' I answered. 'All sinners would be miserable in heaven.'

'But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.'

'I tell you I won't hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I'll go to bed,' I interrupted again.

She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair.

'This is nothing,' cried she: 'I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“if you're happy doing what you're doing, then nobody can tell you you're not succesful.”
― Harry Styles

“I roll around to see Rocky hovering over me. Not in his compartment. He's in the control room!

He has slashed my restraints and pulled the chair free. He shoves it to the side.

He stands over me, wobbling. I can feel the heat radiating from his body just inches away. Smoke billows out of the radiator slits atop his carapace.

His knees buckle and he collapses on to the screen next to me, destroying it. The LCD unit blacks out and the plastic bezel melts.

I see a trail of smoke leading up the tunnel to the lab and beyond.

'Rocky!' What have you done?'

The crazy bastard must have used the large airlock in the dormitory! He came in to my partition to save me. And he'll die because of it!

He shivers and folds his legs under himself.

'Save... Earth... save... Erid...' he quavers. Then he slumps down.

'Rocky!' I grab his carapace without thinking. It's like putting my hands on a burner. I jerk away. 'Rocky... no...'

But he is motionless.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“No, even if he didn't die a hero's death, he died a hero.”
― Adam Silvera

“Some people on bus seats shake at the shoulders,
Stoned Elvises trying to dance after the gig.

Some walk into the rain and look like they’re smiling,
Running mascara writes sad bitter letters on their faces.

Some drive their cars into lay-bys or park edges
And cradle the steering-wheel looking like headless drivers.

Some sink their open mouths into feather pillows
And tremble on the bed like beached dolphins.

Some people are bent as question marks when they weep
And some are straight as exclamation marks.

Some are soaking in emotional dew when they wake,
Salt street maps etched into their faces.

Some find rooms and fall to the floor as if praying to Allah.
Noiseless
Faces contorted in that silent scream that seems like laughter.

Why is there not a tissue-giver? A man who looks for tears,
Who makes the finest silk tissues and offers them for free?

It seems to me that around each corner, beneath each stone,
Are humans quietly looking for a place to cry on their own.”
― Lemn Sissay, Gold from the Stone: New and Selected Poems

“No, even if he didn't die a hero's death, he died a hero”
― Adam Silvera, They Both Die at the End

“Mallory.' He stops me. His expression is solemn. 'It's lonely, chess. You may have a team around you, but when it really comes down to it, you're on your own. You play on your own. You lose and win on your own. You go home, and you're on your own.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“you don't love anyone except for yourself. you're manipulative, selfish. you're alone, because your family hates you. and now I hate you, too.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“My dear, if I left myself by your ear, would you be able to hear me?

May we meet again in a world where the smoke has cleared.”
― 木苏里 [Mu Su Li]

“Daoud sighed. "You really think that he is still alive?"

"I know that I need to see for myself," said Aristide, staring at the white blots of cold cream on the carpet between his shoes. "Or I will live the rest of my life like a man with a toothache he cannot leave alone, and I will poke at it until it grows into an abscess, bursts, and kills me.”
― Lara Elena Donnelly, Armistice

“As I sobbed, I longed for some magic. Where were you then with your duct tape? Could you conjure up a magic strip of duct tape to reassemble the pieces of my broken heart?”
― Anna Hodges Oginsky, My New Friend, Grief

“I told you to stay with the High Lord. And you did.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“It is my annual day of sobbing. What are these
brown hands for if not to bury my eyes in the
ancient rivers of wrongs?”
― Major Jackson

“You get to miss him, but please don't stop living.”
― Mia Sheridan, Archer's Voice

“It wasn't until I was again staring down at my own broken body that I realised whose eyes I'd been seeing through. But Rhysand didn't come any closer to my corpse, not as rushing paws- then a flash of light, then footsteps- filled the air. The beast was already gone.

Amarantha's blood had vanished from his face, his tunic, as Tamlin slammed to his knees.

He scooped up my limp, broken body, cradling me to his chest. He hadn't removed his mask, but I saw the tears that fell onto my filthy tunic, and I heard the shuddering sobs that broke from him as he rocked me, stroking my hair.

'No,' someone breathed- Lucien, his sword dangling from his hand. Indeed, there were many High Fae and faeries who watched with damp eyes as Tamlin held me.

I wanted to get to Tamlin. I wanted to touch him, to beg for his forgiveness for what I'd done, for the other bodies on the floor, but I was so far away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Tamlin yanked off the glove on my left hand.

Pure, bare skin greeted him. No tattoo.

I was sobbing and sobbing, and his arms came around me. Every inch of them felt wrong.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Running steps approached, and then Nesta rounded a tent, skidding to a halt in the mud.

She let out a sob at the sight of Elain, still in Azriel's arms. I'd never heard a sound like that from her. Not once.

She isn't hurt, I said to her, into that chamber in her mind. Because words... I couldn't form them.

Nesta broke into another sprint. I reached for Rhysand, his face taut as he stalked for us-

But Nesta got there first.

I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta's arms went around my neck and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away.

Her body shook- shook as she sobbed and said over and over and over, 'Thank you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Once the wrenching, gaping sounds came out of her, Nesta knew she could not stop.

She knelt on the shore of that mountain lake and let go entirely.

She allowed every horrible thought to hit her, wash through her. Let herself see Feyre's pale, devastated face as Nesta had revealed the truth, as she'd let her own anger and pain ride her.

She could never outlive it, her guilt. There was no point in trying. She sobbed into the darkness of her hands.

And then the stones clicked, and a warm, steady presence appeared beside her. He didn't touch her, but his voice was nearby as he said, 'I'm here.'

She sobbed harder at that. She couldn't stop. As if a dam had burst and only letting the water run its course, raging through her, would suffice.

'Nesta.' His fingers grazed her shoulder.

She couldn't bear that touch. The kindness in it.

'Please,' she said.

Her first word in five days.

He stilled. 'Please what?'

She leaned from him. 'Don't touch me. Don't- don't be kind to me.' The words were a sobbing, rippling jumble.

'Why?'

The list of reasons surged, fighting to get out, to voice themselves, and she let them decide. Let them flow through her, as she whispered, 'I let him die.'

He went quiet.

Through her hands on her face, she continued to whisper. 'He came to save me, and fought for me, and I let him die with hate in my heart. Hate for him. He died because I didn't stop it.' Her voice broke, and she wept harder. 'And I was so horrid to him, until the very end. I was so, so horrid to him all my life- and still he somehow loved me. I didn't deserve it, but he did. And I let him die.'

She bowed over her knees, saying into her palms, 'I can't undo it. I can't fix it. I can't fix that he is dead, I can't fix what I said to Feyre, I can't fix any of the horrible things I've done. I can't fix me.'

She sobbed so hard she thought her body would break with it. Wanted her body to come apart like a cracked egg, wanted what was left of her soul to drift away on the mountain wind.

She whispered, 'I can't bear it.'

Cassian said quietly, 'It isn't your fault.'

She shook her head, face still in her hands, as if it'd shield her from him, but he said, 'Your father's death is not your fault. I was there, Nesta. I looked for a way out of it, too. And there was nothing that could have been done.'

'I could have used my power. I could have tried-'

'Nesta.' Her name was a sigh- as if he were pained. Then his arms were around her, and she was being pulled into his lap. She didn't fight it, not as he tucked her against his chest. Into his strength and warmth.

'I could have found a way. I should have found a way.'

His hand began stroking her hair.

Her entire body, right down to her bones, trembled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassian had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I want to break this house with sobs.”
― Deema K. Shehabi

“Thanks for picking the closest star, Dena”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerful

“Just count the stars, Dena”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerful