A Quote by Maria Franziska von Trapp

How dry eyes can get when they are not allowed to cry! — © Maria Franziska von Trapp
How dry eyes can get when they are not allowed to cry!
It's easier to hurt someone and make them cry, than it is to dry their eyes.
Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
Cinema became what it is today when technology allowed movie directors and actors to develop emotion. You can see into the eyes of the actors and know when they are going to cry.
Demons do not cry. You became a demon, because you couldn't cry anymore right? Humans cry and when their tears finally run dry, there's nothing left, not a demon nor a monster and one final prayer for death. So, laugh demon. Laugh that arrogant laugh of your and remember I beat you to it.
For college seniors there should be a week of being allowed to cry. Just break down and cry because you are scared and don't know what's next.
I cry because the future has once again found its sparkle and has grown a million times larger. And I cry because I am ashamed of how badly I have treated the people I love–of how badly I behaved during my own personal Dark Ages–back before I had a future and someone who cared for me from above. It is like today the sky opened up and only now am I allowed to enter
We used Chaplin's formula in all my pictures. Make 'em laugh for five and a half reels, and then make 'em cry in the last half reel. But give 'em a chance to dry their eyes before the lights come up.
I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.
In this world of plenty, a tiny baby, who does not yet understand the mystery of the world, is allowed to cry and cry and finally fall asleep without the milk she needs to survive.
I love to cry. It's such a great release. If I'm just tired - jetlagged, I didn't get any sleep, I want to cry. I think it's important to cry.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
If you are a woman and you bought this book for practical tips on how to make it in a male-dominated workplace, here they are. No pigtails, no tube tops. Cry sparingly. (Some people say “Never let them see you cry.” I say, if you’re so mad you could just cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.)
I try to get away from the pits as quickly as I can. I speak to my engineer when I get out of the car, usually there's some press to do, then I will go off and have a shower and get my dry, clean overalls and clothing on. I'll have a massage, stretch and something to eat. I don't sleep, but I try to close my eyes for a while.
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