At first, I wanted to cry in front of everyone.

She began to cry again, and could not go on.

As the woman told the story, she started to cry.

Who wants to cry all the way through a book?

Did children cry less when their parents were with them?

Then she would start to cry and run off without saying what he had said.

Not even when they turned away and left her did she cry out.

At such times she often wanted to cry out to him.

I cry out as if to keep them outside of myself.

In the very last months they cry more than ever.

Why not go to her room and cry a little?

Then later still she heard him cry out above her.

She took one look at him and started to cry.

The last thing anyone needed was for her to cry.

She wanted to cry for the boy he had been.

The thought hit her so hard she started to cry.

But I knew already what had made them cry out.

And tried not to cry or think beyond the moment.

He did not want to cry in front of his father.

The boy looked as though he was going to cry.

She was the sort ready to cry with anyone and everyone.

I wanted to cry out for her not to leave me.

"Little do she know I cry like every three days inside to myself."

He wanted to cry out for help, but no longer knew how.

I do not cry over the lost love of a different life.

A far cry from his 25-point performance in Game 2.

But such a campaign is a far cry from a world at war.

I had heard her cry for them in the night.

I'd never known quite what to do when I saw a girl cry.

Far back along the road they had come was a short cry.

How could he ever do anything to make her cry?

Never in all her days had she seen another person cry.

One or two, I thought they were going to break down and cry.

The cry was taken up by almost all the young people around.

Sometimes, he really wanted to just break down and cry.

A wrong move on our part and the cry of the.

The old man's cry could be heard up the street long before he came near.

Not for anything would she let him make her cry.

But at the time, I simply wanted to hear the cry of life.

A far cry more than she could say for herself.

Then a cry went up from the far end of the wall.

So I came out here to have a good cry.

She gave a small cry and came to me again.

The cry was taken up by the rest of the room.

A cry from the other end of the bed made me stop.

You just need to talk to someone or have a little cry.

I have a good old cry at bad news and get rather down.

The father and mother cry, their world is going away.

The new cry was used by students at the game the following day.

We saw nothing and the cry did not come again.