Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
She put the offending foot on the ground, tentatively applying a little weight, clamping a hand over her mouth to stop the cry of pain.
There she collapsed on the bed and started to cry – quietly this time.
The desert made the cry sound different than in the hills of Texas.
She had done nothing but cry, complain and faint since this ordeal had begun.
It still makes me cry when I think of Annie, even after fifteen years.
A couple of blocks away, I crawled into a horrible alley and began to cry out.
She'd never seen anyone cry as hard as he did.
She gave a strangled cry as Dusty twisted out of reach, the sword slicing through the back of his shirt.
She wanted to scream, cry, or flee.
I don't cry that much.
Kiri began to cry again.
She rolled away from him, not wanting to cry in front of him but unable to prevent the tears that were starting to form.
She wanted to cry again.
"Don't be such a cry baby," he muttered, holding the flashlight out in front as if to see inches more of what lay before them.
Then he laughed at her cry and flicked it back on.
Why did she want to cry again?
It was a far cry from the woman who ran away screaming from the soul she accidentally touched last week or the goddess who would've commanded him rather than risk getting her hands dirty.
It was utterly ridiculous to cry about something so trivial, and yet it felt good.
He signed a quest of what was making her cry and she stared mutely at him, frantically trying to think of something.
She willed herself not to cry, but she started soon after he left the beach town.
She gave a cry, confused as arms wrapped around her.
A woman gave a cry, and the sound of jostling grew closer.
She began to cry, no longer able to deny what she knew deep down: she'd never get her life back.
Our Champion told me that when he shouted his battle-cry the creatures shuddered and drew back, hesitating to continue the combat.
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
I will not cry out.
"Light! give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
And when they run over a man that is walking in his sleep, a supernumerary sleeper in the wrong position, and wake him up, they suddenly stop the cars, and make a hue and cry about it, as if this were an exception.
Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry--determined to make a day of it.
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
Then suddenly he realized the joyful significance of that wail; tears choked him, and leaning his elbows on the window sill be began to cry, sobbing like a child.