"... it might almost equally well be called a particular kind of unhappiness or grief. But it is a kind we want."
For never was a story of more woe/Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
"When we cry at a book or a film, it is often not because it is genuinely moving, in the sense that it has succeeded in shaking and even altering our previous understanding of life, but because its sentimentality is uncomfortably at odds with our own knowledge of what life is really like, and we are being offered a swift transit back to our sweet dreams. It is wish fulfillment, and also self-pity, that makes us weep."
— Ruth Franklin, review of Freedom
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IN MEMORY OF A PATRIOT WHO SAVED THE WORLD
192X-1964
— The nameless tombstone of The Boss, Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater
I thought Disney was meant to be the HAPPIEST place on Earth, not the most despressing… (sic)
— Duckyworth, on Big Hero 6
, on Big Hero 6And no one ate dinner that night.
Woody is stabbed by a gang of rogue toys only to discover his voice box has cancer. His death is painful, it lasts 90 minutes, and Pixar shows the whole thing.
"Toy Story 4 grabs you by the heart and tells you in no uncertain terms that God is dead."
"It feels like my tears are crying."
"I don't even want to wake up anymore."
"Will someone please explain
How water falls with no rain?"
— Igniculus, Child of Light
Steady on that wrench.
You didn't tell me the cyborg space-serpent would make me cry.
"The translator, too, has finally given in and died during this scene - from dehydration through crying and a heart attack caused by too much heartache..."
— Spice Up the Subtitles from the Youtube release of Suikakasen
"I will not say "Do not weep," for not all tears are in evil."
"I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do."
—T-800, Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
The village bells are ringing,
But hark, how sad and slow;
The village choir is singing
A requiem soft and low;
And all with sorrow laden
Their tearful tribute pay
Who saw the village maiden
Upon her wedding day.
But hark, how sad and slow;
The village choir is singing
A requiem soft and low;
And all with sorrow laden
Their tearful tribute pay
Who saw the village maiden
Upon her wedding day.
—Final verse of Stephen Foster's song "The Village Maiden"
"He was my dog. I'll do it."
— Travis, Old Yeller
