He signed a quest of what was making her cry and she stared mutely at him, frantically trying to think of something.
She had done nothing but cry, complain and faint since this ordeal had begun.
"Light! give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
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.
No need to cry on such a pretty day, little one.
I thought for a moment the woman might cry out but my look froze her to silence.
Then he laughed at her cry and flicked it back on.
She ran to meet her, embraced her, and began to cry on her shoulder.
It still makes me cry when I think of Annie, even after fifteen years.
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!"
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.
She was nearest to him and saw how his face puckered; he seemed about to cry, but this did not last long.
Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
Her ankle twisted painfully, forcing a quick cry of pain from her lips.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
What were you thinking about that made you cry – last night?
A couple of blocks away, I crawled into a horrible alley and began to cry out.
She began to cry; something my wife almost never does.
She shook her head and began to cry once more.
My wife began to cry and snuggled close to me.
Embarrassed by her words and the tears streaming down her face, she ran past him and up the stairs leading to the second floor, issuing a cry of frustration when she realized she didn't know which of the three wings led to her room.
He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.
Darian began to cry, and she held him tighter.
She fought back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.
"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.
She willed herself not to cry, but she started soon after he left the beach town.
When I visit many strange countries my brother and Mildred will stay with grandmother because they will be too small to see a great many people and I think they would cry loud on the great rough ocean.
When I asked her about it in the morning, she said, "Book--cry," and completed her meaning by shaking and other signs of fear.
She likes stories that make her cry--I think we all do, it's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing particular to be sad about.
Cross is cry and kick.
Turning to my friend, she asked, "Did you cry loud for poor little Florence?"
The Emperor! a sudden cry resounded through the halls and the whole throng hurried to the entrance.
At that moment the pitiful wailing of women was heard from different sides, the frightened baby began to cry, and people crowded silently with pale faces round the cook.
His kind, honest eyes, with the tears rising in them when she herself had begun to cry as she spoke of her loss, did not leave her memory.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
There was nothing left for them to do but cry "Vive l'Empereur!" and go to fight, in order to get food and rest as conquerors in Moscow.
Talk was rarely heard in the ranks, and it ceased altogether every time the thud of a successful shot and the cry of "stretchers!" was heard.
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
Vereshchagin with a cry of horror, covering his head with his hands, rushed toward the crowd.
Together with that sound came a solitary human cry from the gateway and amid the smoke appeared the figure of a bareheaded man in a peasant's coat.
When little Nicholas was brought into Prince Andrew's room he looked at his father with frightened eyes, but did not cry, because no one else was crying.
"Nothing. You mustn't cry here," he said, looking at her with the same cold expression.