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“Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.”

People Ifs Giving Reason Action Found Emotion Cry Taste Very Good Toxic Despise Foul Spit Peanuts Examining Insecticides

Book:The only good thing anyone has ever done: a novel

Source: The only good thing anyone has ever done: a novel

“Some people could say, "I'd like something that's super dramatic and miserable and made me cry and made me sad forever" but that's not my taste.”

People Made Forever Cry Taste Miserable Dramatic Like Something Made Me Cry

Author:Alex Hirsch

“I am only interested in bad taste if I can enjoy a gruesome tango or watch a movie that makes me cry.”

Ifs I Can Literature Enjoy Watches Cry Taste Bad Taste Tango

Author:Manuel Puig

“Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing”

“If you've never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.”

Ifs Knows Life Reality Cry Inspire Taste

Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“This is my living faith, an active faith, a faith of verbs: to question, explore, experiment, experience, walk, run, dance, play, eat, love, learn, dare, taste, touch, smell, listen, speak, write, read, draw, provoke, emote, scream, sin, repent, cry, kneel, pray, bow, rise, stand, look, laugh, cajole, create, confront, confound, walk back, walk forward, circle, hide, and seek.”

Writing Looks Play Running Faith Speak Sin Walks Laughing Cry Praying Taste Draws Dare Smell Active Circles Experiments Scream Bows Provoking Repent Verbs Hide And Seek Emote

Book:Leap

Source: Leap

“There I go being critical again. Does a man have to stand on one foot and juggle for me to consider him entertaining? What am I looking for? A knight?...No, knights are all polished and shiny. I think my taste runs to something with a bit of tarnish and maybe a few scratches. Someone who can make me laugh and cry and make me angry and make my knees tremble when he touches me.”

Thinking Men Doe Running Bits Laughing Feet Cry Taste Angry Critical Knees Entertaining Scratches Knights Polished Make Me Laugh Touch Me Make Me Angry

Book:The Heart's Victory

Source: The Heart's Victory

“Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over”

“Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery.”

Men Stills Eye Waiting Answers Tree Cry Tears Taste Presses Misery Lips Heat His Eyes Ashes Peeta Gale Spilling Katniss And Peeta Katniss Peeta

Book:Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)

Source: Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)