Novel & Cerita When Nietzsche Wept

She punched his chest so hard that it made him stop doing whatever he was about to do. He wanted to let the girl know how distraught he was, but as soon as he saw the glob of tears shining from her forest-green eyes, he couldn’t do it. Nathan felt sorry about it. Although he really didn’t care what happened or how did this woman end up in this situation, he felt pity.

"It's alright, darling. You're very much allowed to cry. Don't think that the saying, 'big men don't cry' is true. It's not. People cry because it's the only thing that can make us feel better. Crying is also one form of surrendering ourselves to God. Always remember that." Dionysus wanted to say that he doesn't believe in God. Because if God was true, then his grandfather would still be alive at that moment. But, since he had already accepted the painful truth that his old man won't come back again little by little, he was very open now to understand why people were blindly entrusting themselves to an entity that no one can see nor touch. "What's happening here? Mom. Why did you make him cr

“Never, Sol. I won’t let you go if that happens.” “Good.” She leaned back a bit and our eyes met. “Sorry to scare you.” Shaking my head, the tears finally fell from my own eyes. I didn’t sob or shake, they just slipped out. Her smile was small and sad. Nate was shaking in my arms. I was not longer him holding back shifting but instead he just cried. “Nate…” His head popped up at her voice. “Come here.”

"Actually, I was just making up things. No one can have a say about stuff like this! You know my master and I make up most of the things we say to deceive people, so take it easy." "We don't have a solution, but you can still go to other Daoist's to see if they have one." Nathan took a sip of tea in silence. It tasted extremely bitter. Meanwhile, Hilda was already done cleaning Kater and was blow drying it with a hair dryer. Nathan turned his head to look at her, but the more he looked at her, the sadder he felt. Why would someone be born just to bear the sufferings of the one they loved?

Lavender: "Here, drink some water," Nikon said, offering me a water bottle. I had been crying and hiccuping. I saw him tear up, but he did not cry at all, and I could tell why. All his tears must have washed away by now. It had been years since he had suffered, and I was pretty sure he was still hurting because he had not found his mother. "I'm so sorry," I hiccuped again, rushing into his chest and hugging him. He chuckled a little before hugging me tightly.

There was a deep sadness for the lives that could have been but remained unfulfilled. Yet here I was, crying—again—in front of Alex, a humiliation that both angered and terrified me. The first two moments of weakness felt justified; they were driven by grief over losing Nigel and the brutal acknowledgment that no amount of wishing could alter our shared past. But this? This was different.

Nathan stretched out his hand and cleaned the tears that stained her face, “I am sorry for making you cry baby, it breaks my heart to see you in this kind of a situation. I was just being….” “Shhhh” she placed her index finger on his lips, “you don’t have to apologize anymore Nathan, it’s okay. I acted out of the ordinary and I was irrational, you were just looking out for me and I was just being a jerk and selfish” a fresh set of tears welled up in her eyes, “I am sorry baby” “Please don’t cry anymore, Nessa” he pulled her closer, “I can’t bear the fact that you are crying and i can’t do anything about it. I can’t even see the look on your face at this point and I am sorry about that”

Even when his family died he did not let even one tear slip out of his eyes but for Nitra he was crying again and again. “No it is you know what last time I met her she requested me to kill her with my own hands how can she even think of that. You know after I lost my child I thought it was only me who was suffering but when I saw Nitra it was like I hit the reality hard but again I tried to go away from her and now she is slipping out of my grip when I came back to hold her forever.” he barely managed to say while crying.

I could hardly remember some of them, some had been fulfilled already but I could hardly care about the others. Since nobody was waiting for me, I made my way to the fountain of tears, I took a box of matches and lit the candles surrounding the dull green structure that resembled a fountain of water. That was the exact place Nati had died on the battlefield, and Natalí cried herself to death. Her cries created a fountain of tears which only awakened with the touch of her chosen queen. It lies asleep because I hardly touch it or use the tears directly from its source. I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those.

Don’t shatter. Nothing like Arabella’s. Not gentle. Not sweet. Nathan’s scent didn’t comfort the heart— …it steadied the spine. And that—that—was what finally broke him. Damian choked once, barely a hitch in his breath. Then another. And then the dam cracked. He curled inward, fists clenched in Nathan’s sheets as if holding himself together, and for the first time in decades—maybe the first time since childhood—Damian Vitale cried. Silent at first. Shoulders trembling. The pillow beneath him warmed with tears he didn’t want to acknowledge.