(v): express audibly; utter sounds (not necessarily words)
(v): shed tears because of sadness, rage, or pain
(v): give verbal or other expression to one's feelings
(v): utter aloud; often with surprise, horror, or joy
(v): articulate; either verbally or with a cry, shout, or noise
(v): proclaim or announce in public
(v): make known; make an announcement
(v): demand immediate action
(v): have need of
(v): utter a characteristic sound
(v): express audibly; utter sounds (not necessarily words)
(v): bring into a particular state by crying
(v): cause to change; make different; cause a transformation
(n): a loud utterance; often in protest or opposition
(n): the use of uttered sounds for auditory communication
(n): a loud utterance of emotion (especially when inarticulate)
(n): the use of uttered sounds for auditory communication
(n): a slogan used to rally support for a cause
(n): a favorite saying of a sect or political group
(n): a fit of weeping
(n): an unrestrained expression of emotion
(n): the characteristic utterance of an animal
(n): the sudden occurrence of an audible event
C_b, same here. It's not the happiest sentiment, but I find it beautiful because it's true--a comment on the human condition. :-)
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c_b: It is beautiful. Thanks for posting it.
It made me cry because it's true, not because it's depressing. I thought it was the loveliest bit of prose I'd read in a long, long time.
I'll pass.
I think crying is healthy. Depending on the reason behind it, I have been known to enjoy it. I pick movies purely because I know they'll make me cry.
Besides, if I didn't let myself cry to release the stress occasionally (increasingly, as the end of highschool and my exams draw nearer, tbh), I'd be a wreck.
Obviously if there's something unpleasant making you cry, that's not a good thing. But tears come hand-in-hand with so many emotions that I think the worst thing about crying is that it messes up your make-up.
P.S. That quote is pretty depressing, c_b.
Actually the homepage looks fine on my laptop, which has a small screen. Maybe it's a browser problem?
Yes, but howwidedoesithavetobetoletusenjoytheoldfashionedhomepage?
Or use a wide screen.
there is a way to fix it, at least partially...
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I hear ya, Lampbane. *sigh*
The way the front page is all messed up right now makes me cry.
I don't think crying is intrinsically bad. I just prefer not to.
Why not? There's nothing intrinsically bad about crying. It's not my hobby or anything, but it's just an expression of emotion, like jumping for joy or punching something when angry. Emotion means you're alive, not numb. I don't think this quote that made me cry is something I should hate or avoid just because it's moving. If a book (or movie, or any piece of art or literature) can manage that, the author's done a helluva job; the purpose of such works is to elicit emotion from the viewer/reader.
Besides, in my experience, telling someone not to cry is a sure recipe to make them do so—or else to make them fear crying as something more than what it is.
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Don't.
Sorry bearness, I kind of ruined the moment. Yes, a worthy citation. Thanks.
What a great quote. If only I'd remembered it myself from when I read the book!
I didn't get that either, for most of the book ("fingerpost"). Then I finally came across it--it was this same character speaking, actually--and didn't think to enter it here. I'll do so tonight.
*is humbled*
Ha!
How else do fingerpuppets send greeting cards?
Fingerpost?
This quotation's on the cry page because that's what reading it made me do.
"In my small way, I preserved and catalogued, and dipped into the vast ocean of learning that awaited, knowing all the time that the life of one man was insufficient for even the smallest part of the wonders that lay within. It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn."
—Iain Pears, An Instance of the Fingerpost (New York: Riverhead Books, 1998), 554