Tear-jerkers

[dramasnot6]

Anyone else out there who is mushy like me?:p This thread is for you to post any quote, story, photo, song lyrics, poem, anything that has made you cry or you think will make others cry. Whether it be from sadness or tears of joy.

Ill begin with a story/video i was sent today.

http://cjcphoto.com/can/

[Nightshade]

Thats amazing! but you know what I refuse to cry , that is inspiring not tearful.:nod:

[Pensive]

Oh dramasnot. I agree with Night that it is a really moving but an inspiring story.

There is a song which really made me feel bad...so sad.

Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

~Other than this, I find Edgar Allan Poe's poem Annabel Lee very touching, especially after reading about Poe's life, it looks to me more sad and tear-causing.

[Pendragon]

Emerson Drive—Moments

I was coming to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E. Street Bridge
Followed me on to it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
Wouldn't need it anyway
He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed
He said, You know, I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
And memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can't get through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I stood there tryin' to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all
Miss me when I'm gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Lookin' at me, lookin' down
I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know, I haven't always felt this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right,
Could always see me through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I know somewhere 'round a trashcan fire tonight
That old man tells his story one more time
He says

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there, wasn't scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
Oh, lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments


Always loved this, like to sing it soft and low...

[Scheherazade]

Violin solos in Rimsky-Korsakov' 'Scheherazade' always pull the strings of my heart.

[TEND]

Hmm some books, such as Nevil Shute's "On the Beach" and Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men" have made me cry profusely. Not to mention many many movies, "Big Fish," "The Elephant Man," occasionally "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," "Amadeus" brought a tear to my eye the first time and "Immortal Beloved" did the same, and although somewhat embarassingly I admit (though I know historically inaccurate and all that) "Braveheart" can make me cry every once in a while even though I've seen it hundreds of times, it's not so much the movie just what the movie represents (coming from a Scottish background it means a lot to me).
Certain pieces of music have made me perhaps not cry but tear up just a bit also.

[Shadowsarin]

The movie of the Green Mile made me cry when I first saw it about four/five years ago. Apart from that I'm not so sure. I'll have a quick nose through my media libery.

Ecstacy ~ ATB - Always made me feel sad in that happy way, if you get what I mean?

Alone ~ Creed - Feels like something you would expect at a funeral!

Taking on the World ~ Gun - Sad in happy way, once again.

Strawberry Gashes ~ Jack Off Jill - Brings back unhappy memorys.

Kayleigh ~ Marillion - More unhappy memorys.

Broken Wings ~ Mr. Mister - I've always been a sucker for Power Ballards

Where Did You Sleep Last Night? ~ Nirvana - The emotion in his voice makes it so so powerful. One of the few Nirvana songs I don't spit on either.

Dance ~ Screaming Banshee Aircrew - Such a sad song.

Belfast Child ~ Simple Minds - Sad song about a sad subject.

Aeris' Theme (Piano Version) ~ FFVII:AC Soundtrack - Sad in both the sad and happy ways.

...Yeah, I get effected by some damn strange songs!

[dramasnot6]

Oh dramasnot. I agree with Night that it is a really moving but an inspiring story.

There is a song which really made me feel bad...so sad.

Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

~Other than this, I find Edgar Allan Poe's poem Annabel Lee very touching, especially after reading about Poe's life, it looks to me more sad and tear-causing.


Oh, yes i have read Annabel Lee! It was very sad indeed. It is interesting to look at it with The Raven, since he wrote The Raven when his wife was dying, and Annnabel Lee afterwards.

Thank you for that song Pensive...it truly was heartbreaking. Especially the chorus "And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years"

[dramasnot6]

Emerson Drive—Moments

I was coming to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E. Street Bridge
Followed me on to it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
Wouldn't need it anyway
He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed
He said, You know, I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
And memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can't get through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I stood there tryin' to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all
Miss me when I'm gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Lookin' at me, lookin' down
I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know, I haven't always felt this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right,
Could always see me through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments

I know somewhere 'round a trashcan fire tonight
That old man tells his story one more time
He says

I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there, wasn't scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
Oh, lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments


Always loved this, like to sing it soft and low...


That had a wonderful flow to it. I found it really inspirational actually, like its the little accomplishments and "moments" in life that keep us going. Thanks Pen!

[dramasnot6]

Hmm some books, such as Nevil Shute's "On the Beach" and Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men" have made me cry profusely. Not to mention many many movies, "Big Fish," "The Elephant Man," occasionally "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," "Amadeus" brought a tear to my eye the first time and "Immortal Beloved" did the same, and although somewhat embarassingly I admit (though I know historically inaccurate and all that) "Braveheart" can make me cry every once in a while even though I've seen it hundreds of times, it's not so much the movie just what the movie represents (coming from a Scottish background it means a lot to me).
Certain pieces of music have made me perhaps not cry but tear up just a bit also.



Its the same with me and music, ive never bawled or anything to a song but when in the right mood i can get quite teary. "The Elephant Man" made me sad too, but i guess it makes most people that way. I also got emotional at "Amadeus" the first time but havent until now met anyone else who also has. The last few scenes with the mental patients and agony were the saddest of course.

[Laindessiel]

Great idea for a thread Drame! I, like you, am veeeery mushy and any awww-worthy thing makes my heart melt. :blush:

Heard of Dishwalla? It was love-at-first-hear (was that correct?) for me with the vocalist J.R. Richards' voice. I feel like I'm in 8th heaven whenever I hear him "serenade" me with his cool and melodramatic voice. I think he's got the best voice in the Music World *covers now under a tarp for tomatoes and eggs thrown*.

Haha!

But it's true. Try listening to him and only those with hearts as hard as diamonds will not give in. Great voice, amazing lyrics, awesome melody makes for gallons and gallons of tears. Welcome to his world! :blush:

But what truly made me cry was a poem made by Uncle Pen for us bidding us farevall and to be safe in the cruel hands of the storm. Truly touching and he made me weep at this. He's got the Master's touch. :)

[Laindessiel]

The first movie that made my eyes seem like the Angel Falls, though, was The Green Mile. The movie was the reason why I bought the book and was appalled to learn that it is authored by Stephen King. I sobbed and sobbed and it made my eyes form like big red apples sprouting from my face!

Anyone who will read it wished it had been a different ending for John Coffey.

[kathycf]

This will probably seem really weird but...For some odd reason I watched the movie "Shallow Hal" a few years ago. It was pretty silly movie, not really my kind of thing. It was nice that they sort of try to show that inner beauty does exist. Anyway, the whole jist of the story is that Hal is so shallow and only sees the outer beauty of people until he is er "bewtiched" by some inspirational talk show guy. Then he sees people as they really are on the inside and so on and so on.

The part that made me cry was when he is hanging around Rosemary (his love interest) when she is volunteering at the hospital. When he is bewitched he sees all the little kids in the unit that she volunteers in to be lovely healthy children. Once the spell comes off and he sees the physical reality of people he returns to the hospital looking for Rosemary after he makes an a** of himself to her. He doesn't recognize this one little girl who talks to him at first, because she is very very badly burned. He then notices all the other "beautiful" children in the unit are all equally burned. I just thought that was so sad, because of course they really were beautiful because their hearts and minds were. Yeesh, sorry for rambling on...:blush:

[Pensive]

Oh, yes i have read Annabel Lee! It was very sad indeed. It is interesting to look at it with The Raven, since he wrote The Raven when his wife was dying, and Annnabel Lee afterwards.
Yes, I agree. Reading about Edgar Allan Poe's life can really make your heart ache, especially if you have read these two poems...there is a strange touch to them - so heart-cracking.


Thank you for that song Pensive...it truly was heartbreaking. Especially the chorus "And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
Yes, it is. The Beatles' lyrics have always betwitched me.

[dramasnot6]

But what truly made me cry was a poem made by Uncle Pen for us bidding us farevall and to be safe in the cruel hands of the storm. Truly touching and he made me weep at this. He's got the Master's touch. :)

Indeed he does Lain. His manages to make every one of his poems so heartfelt and touching, i dont know how he does it! I guess he's just a very loving, soulful guy:D

Glad you like the thread!:)

[Nightshade]

The first movie that made my eyes seem like the Angel Falls, though, was The Green Mile. The movie was the reason why I bought the book and was appalled to learn that it is authored by Stephen King. I sobbed and sobbed and it made my eyes form like big red apples sprouting from my face!

Anyone who will read it wished it had been a different ending for John Coffey.


The movie of the Green Mile made me cry when I first saw it about four/five years ago. Apart from that I'm not so sure. I'll have a quick nose through my media libery.
!

Hehe I cried for nearly an hour as soon as I stopped I started again...it was terrible I refuse to watch the film again.
What else, ummm Lion king made me cry for a few years when Mother dies in Bambi ( evntually my mum taped over that sectio in all 4 copies we had of bambi it got too traumatic, ummm the song Baby mine from Dumbo the film, Im a right weeper when I get started Oh annies song--- form John dever the bit where he says 'let me die in your arms' because of course he died all alone in a horrible plane crash on the side of some mountain, thats sad.
Suprisingly for all that I dont cry about real life things like family members who die, its all very strange.

[mockingbird]

Lots of films make me cry, whether entirely fictional or not. Recently the Pianist, about a family in a Nazi-controlled Polish ghetto made me sob. I cry when I watch It's A Wonderful Life! The Green Mile affected me a lot.

Books from all ends of the spectrum of literature/non fiction have made me cry before. Dave Pelzer's A Child Called It made me cry until my face was swollen. I cried a lot reading "Don't Ever Tell", a horrifying book about life in the Irish Magdalen laundries. And then there are purely fictional books like Gone with the Wind and even one of the Harry Potters that made me cry! To Kill A Mockingbird was another.

Lots of songs, recently "Cancer" by My Chemical Romance made me cry. "Artificial Flowers" (for me the Beautiful South version) made me cry once. It's about a little girl whose parents die and she makes artificial flowers for a "penny a day" until she freezes to death.

"And they found little annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where little annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers

No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from annies
Fashioned from annies despair"

Many poems; too many to list.

I'm quite an emotional person even if I don't show it to many people.

[Pendragon]

The Elephant Man, Joseph Carey Merrick, was a person who made me cry long before they made the movie. Can you look at this poor man and not feel pain? http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/gallery/albums/userpics/25981/normal_elephant_man.jpg And, no, this is no fake. This is the real Elephant Man. Trapped in that body was a man who wrote beautiful poetry, built models out of cardboard, and was a hopeless romantic. He died because he tried to sleep one night like a normal person, and the great weight of his head broke his neck. Sing sorrow, sweet sorrow. :(

[Janine]

A&E's Version of Thomas Hardy's "The Mayor of Casterbridge" - I start sobbing about 5 mins from the ending. I always cry and I have watched it several times already. I can't take that ending - it is just too, too sad! I mean big tears streaming down my cheeks every time.
Hardy's "The Woodlanders" makes me cry a little at the end of the book.

[Pensive]

Lots of films make me cry, whether entirely fictional or not. Recently the Pianist...
A bloody awesome movie - The Pianist! A true tear-jerker, I can never forget it!

[mockingbird]

Yes, it was amazing, and completely unforgettable.

[dramasnot6]

The Elephant Man, Joseph Carey Merrick, was a person who made me cry long before they made the movie. Can you look at this poor man and not feel pain? http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/gallery/albums/userpics/25981/normal_elephant_man.jpg And, no, this is no fake. This is the real Elephant Man. Trapped in that body was a man who wrote beautiful poetry, built models out of cardboard, and was a hopeless romantic. He died because he tried to sleep one night like a normal person, and the great weight of his head broke his neck. Sing sorrow, sweet sorrow. :(

Elephant Man left me in tears. Thats the perfect description of why it is so sad Pen, life is so unfair....:(

[dramasnot6]

"And they found little annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where little annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers

No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from annies
Fashioned from annies despair"

Many poems; too many to list.

I'm quite an emotional person even if I don't show it to many people.

I'm also an emotional person, but a drama queen too so i probably show it a bit too much :p That was really beautiful....especially the last stanza, very heartbreaking. Funny how such a short description of one persons life can make one so sad, but then when you turn on the radio and hear of dozens killed you can just brush it off. I guess real, mass-tragedy is just too sad for some of us to handle..where as tragedy in the arts reflects real tragedy but is easier for us to swallow as it gives some distance at least.

[lavendar1]

When we were kids, my mom used to read us Hans Christian Andersen's story "The Little Match Girl." We'd all sit there crying...including my mom!

(I know it's a bit long to post, but it's worth it... )

"The Little Match Girl"

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.

[aeroport]

A bloody awesome movie - The Pianist! A true tear-jerker, I can never forget it!
Agreed, for sure.


"Amadeus" brought a tear to my eye the first time and "Immortal Beloved" did the same,

I was just going to say "Immortal Beloved"! The scene with the premier of the Ninth/young Beethoven swimming out into the lake and getting lost in the reflection of the stars is one of my favorites of all time.

Additionally, a movie with similar subject matter that I just saw a few hours ago - "Copying Beethoven" - did the same, and more. I've seriously never cried so much during a movie as I did in this one. But how could one not, considering the soundtrack? :)

[TEND]

Agreed, for sure.



I was just going to say "Immortal Beloved"! The scene with the premier of the Ninth/young Beethoven swimming out into the lake and getting lost in the reflection of the stars is one of my favorites of all time.

Additionally, a movie with similar subject matter that I just saw a few hours ago - "Copying Beethoven" - did the same, and more. I've seriously never cried so much during a movie as I did in this one. But how could one not, considering the soundtrack? :)

Yeah, during the ninth and at the end, when he's still conducting while he's being given a standing ovation and he turns around and Gary Oldman gives the most unbelievable expression....

[thevintagepiper]

Already Over Part 2, by the band RED often make me cry...it's a continuation of the first song on their album, Already Over Part 1, and only a few words in the song are changed. It makes a huge difference....plus it is a very emotional, slow song, instead of the fast rock version that the first one is. The singer puts everything into it...you can tell he means it all and it's really powerful.

You never go
You're always here
Beneath my skin
I cannot run away
Fading slowly

Give it all to you
Reaching as I fall
It's already over, already over now

My best defense, running to you
I can't resist, take all you want from me
Breaking slowly

Give it all to you
Reaching as I fall
It's already over now
Loving you again

It's already over, already over now
You're what I reach for when I fall
It's already over
You're what I reach for when I fall
It's already over now


I also end up in tears every time I watch Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility...but not cause they're sad :P

What gets me more than ANYTHING is the Return of the King....every single time I watch it I'm sobbing for the entire last hour, no exaggeration.

[Annamariah]

There are so many things that make me cry! I actually like crying when I read a book / watch a movie / listen to a song, because it means that they really make me feel something.

The Phantom of the Opera (both book and movie)
Albinoni - Adagio
Schindler's List (both movie and music)
Endings of Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince

These are just a few examples, but it would take ages to list them all :D

[dramasnot6]

I also end up in tears every time I watch Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility...but not cause they're sad :P

What gets me more than ANYTHING is the Return of the King....every single time I watch it I'm sobbing for the entire last hour, no exaggeration.

Aww why do Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility make you cry? Whenever i watch them i just go "awww" at what a happy ending there always is. :)

[dramasnot6]

There are so many things that make me cry! I actually like crying when I read a book / watch a movie / listen to a song, because it means that they really make me feel something.

The Phantom of the Opera (both book and movie)
Albinoni - Adagio
Schindler's List (both movie and music)
Endings of Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince

These are just a few examples, but it would take ages to list them all :D

Schindler's List did the same for me. My favorite musical is the Phantom of the Opera but ive never cried at it, it is rather heart striking though;) :)

[Idril]

A bloody awesome movie - The Pianist! A true tear-jerker, I can never forget it!

I agree and you know, I held it together pretty well until he was discovered by the Russian soldier he asked him why he was wearing a German coat and he simply replied, "I'm cold"...oh heavens! I just lost it then. Amazing movie!

The other movie that made me cry like a baby was The Mission. It takes place in South America in the 1700's and it chronicles the struggle between Portugal and Spain for those territories and the role of the Catholic missions in that struggle and on the native tribes. It's absolutely heartbreaking and no matter how many times I watch it, the ending never become less devastating. There's a little exerpt on the cover of the dvd that sums it up so well:


The events portrayed in this movie really happened. Probably not exactly in the way we show, but something very close to it. It was a simple but harrowing story about political realities vs. all that's best in human nature. We're a strange animal, so often destroying what we love for selfish ends, and yet tantalized by the sense that there are other choices if only we had the strength to make them. In the politics of 400 years ago, we find the same questions we battle wtih today.

It's an older movie, 1986 and the two leads are played, to perfection by Robert DeNiro and Jeremy Irons and I highly recommend it.

[SummerSolstice]

Yes to Return of the King. The one line that gets me? "Do you remember the taste of strawberries?" OH. MY. GOSH. I just... Oh, gosh. I bawl, I do. Also at the end of 'Lord of the Flies.' The first time I read it I read the last page over and over to keep myself crying. That was an immensely powerful book.

Two songs that really wring my heart are "Rita," by Bebo Norman, and "Painting Pictures of Egypt" by Sara Groves. The latter is more of a personal thing, but I think it's a beautiful song nonetheless.


Lay down softly in our sorrow
Lay down sister to die
And cover over, my sweet Father
Cover over her eyes

Your broken body, it cannot weather
The years your youth still longs to spend
So go down graceful, sleep with the angels
And wake up whole again

‘Cause it was not your time; that's a useless line
A fallen world took your life

But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down

Slower passing are the hours
To tell this tale that takes its time
But the finest moment, no man can measure
Is to look your Savior in the eyes

So take her tender to Your table
Take her from this killing floor
To taste the water that is forever
Let her be thirsty no more

It was not her time; that's a useless line
A fallen world took her life

But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down

And the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, Rita, lay down

And then:


I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me
Either way
And the places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling out to me
Like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

I've been painting pictures of Egypt
I've been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard
And I wanna go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the Promise
And the things I know

I've been painting pictures of Egypt
I've been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard
And I wanna go back
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned

If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

I also liked "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride (I think) and "Streets of Heaven" by Sherrie Austin, but they're more mainstream and four is a bit much, so I won't post them. ^.^

[Ryduce]

The film The Elephant Man effected me pretty deeply.

Also,The Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men hit me pretty hard as well.

[dramasnot6]

Grapes of Wrath really got me to.

[Redzeppelin]

Ill begin with a story/video i was sent today.
http://cjcphoto.com/can/


I first saw this page about a month or two ago. Hands down the most powerful thing I have ever sat through. Couldn't stop the tears - not on the first, third or tenth viewing. The finest illustration of love I believe I ever have, and ever will, see.

[zanna]

amazing vid, guys. that song is a new favorite, also. I've heard it a few times, and liked it, but that was a very powerful coupling. Makes you realize how much you've got, and wish you could be more like that, all at the same time. I feel really lucky right now, just that I don't have to face all those challenges every day, just to live. Kudos to the son, but the dad also. Again, amazing. I can only hope that I could do something half as cool as that, or find a loving bond half as strong.

[thevintagepiper]

Dramasnot6, I guess the reason I cry when I watch Pride & Prejudice or Sense & Sensibility is because everything's coming together so sweetly and happily and perfectly....tears of joy, I suppose :)

Summer Solstice, that's exactly the part that gets me! From then onward I'm a wreck....it's such a powerful film.
Oh, my word!!! Painting Pictures of Egypt gets me as well. That's an amazing song, and one that's very special to my family....once a few years ago when we were sure we were moving overseas, my sister and I wrote out our thoughts about moving according to the lines of the song. It really helped us see where we were at and also our parents. Now that we finally have moved it's still important to us to look back on that...it can be applied to so many situations besides the original. Sara Groves is amazing.

This video can also be very moving (David Crowder*Band; O Praise Him):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpVsF4W8V2Y

[dramasnot6]

My own poetry made me tear today...thats never happened to me before. Does anyone here cry when they write or read their poetry?

[Pensive]

My own poetry made me tear today...thats never happened to me before. Does anyone here cry when they write or read their poetry?

Yes. The last two poems I wrote really made me feel bad about everything.

[dramasnot6]

Aww im so sorry Pensive...its good to get it out on paper though. Please cheer up! Its the holidays! :( ----->http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/party/party-smiley-017.gif

[Poetess]

My dear friend, it`s going to be a while;
A hard but better while.
I already miss you so much,
And wish we had more times together.
I`m sorry for i`ve done everything stupidly.
I wish I were more conscious to realize what I needed.

My dear, a friend like you values the world to me.
I`ll spend this evening crying for we are blossoming,
Yet my heart ruptured when I heard your news:
"Soon we meet again."
And by the dawn, i`ll wipe my tears and dedicate:
"To the friend who bore my negativities
To the friend who made me patient
I`ll fix my life for you, i`ll make it up to you.

To my S. Nicolas, my sweetest S.E.U.P,
My words are true and i`m 100% sane for the first time
To say what`s real and how I really feel;
However it`s up to you to believe:
I`m the happiest person on Earth, you love me.
I wish I were your blood-sister, but my love for you
Is different at all and still I give up my blood for you.

To my beautiful disaster, yes,
We are beautifully chaotic together.
I see no war around me for you gave me strength.
Please, allow me to let each individual know
That we are friends, i`m so proud.
May God protect you, and keep your smile.
Yours and truely yours, I love you.

I wrote it on 29th of July at 00:00 AM, under war, for he had to travel early in the morning that day.
It`s for a friend whom I romantically loved.
My birthday was on 27th of July, he came from another village, despite war, to see me that day. He made me love him since we met; however, I used to take him ironically when I first felt he loved me.
Now he claims me being like a sister of his. I`m really grimaced, but I still tell myself "he`s just lying to both of us".
I don`t know why i`m still attached to him.

I cried my eyes out when I wrote it that night, and so did now.



S.E.U.P Is sth. of a long story between him and me; it means Super Extra Universal Pain.

S. Nicolas is his name

"Beautiful Disaster" is what I always called him

"Beautifully Chaotic" is our relation due to our names (A site over the net, after typing two names, gives you a discription about those names.

[dramasnot6]

That was so beautiful poetess.....it had so much heart in it. Im so sorry about your frustrations *hugs*

[Uzziel]

i think this was a nice one

I Cried For My Brother Six Times


My home is in a remote mountain village. Both my parents are peasants who face the yellow soil with their backs to the sky. I have one brother, three years younger than I.

Once, to buy a handkerchief that all the girls had, I stole fifty cents from father’s drawer. Father noticed the missing amount that very day. He made my brother and I kneel before the wall. With a bamboo stick in hand, he ordered us to confess. I was stupefied by the situation, and kept my head down, too afraid to speak. Father heard no confession, so he said, “Well then, you both deserve this beating!” He raised the bamboo stick high. Suddenly, my brother clutched onto his hand and spoke loudly, “Dad, I was the one. It had nothing to do with sister. You can punish me.”

The long stick in father's hand fell ruthlessly on my brother’s back and shoulders. Father was so angry, that he kept on whipping until he ran out of breath. Afterwards, he sat on our brick bed and scolded, “Now that you've learned to steal from home, what disgrace will come of you later? The disappointment that you are! I will beat you to death! ”

That night, mother and I held my brother in our arms. Bruises covered his body, but he did not shed a single tear. Halfway through the night, I suddenly started weeping aloud. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, “Sister, don’t cry now. The beating is already over.”

I’ve always hated myself for not having the courage to come forward. Many years have passed, but the incident remains fresh in my memory. I can never forget the way my brother shielded me from that bamboo stick. That year, my brother was 8 years old. I was 11.

When my brother was in his last year in junior high, he was admitted to a prominent senior high in the county. At the same time, I was accepted by a provincial university. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking his dry tobacco, bag after bag. I heard him mutter, “Both our kids made such a good showing... such a good showing...” Mother wiped down her tears behind our backs, and sighed, “What use is it? How can we afford the expenses?”

Just then, my brother walked up to my father and said, “Dad, I don’t want to go to school anymore, have read enough books anyway.” Father slapped my brother on the face. “Why are you so short of spirit? Even if I must sell everything that stands in this house, I’ll get you two through your schooling!” Right away, he went to knock on every household in the village to borrow money. I passed a hand as softly as I could across my brother’s swollen face, and said, “A boy has to keep up his studies; otherwise he’ll never leave this poor ravine.” I, on the other hand, had already decided to give up university.

Who knew the next day, before the break of dawn, my brother left home with some ragged clothes and a few dried out buns. He sneaked by my bed and left a slip by my pillow: “Sister, getting into a university isn’t easy. I’ll go find a job and send you money.”

I held on to that slip on my bed, and wept until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17. I was 20.

With the money that father borrowed from the entire village, and the money my brother earned by moving cement in construction sites, I finally got to third year. One day, I was studying in my room when a classmate came in to announce, “There’s a villager looking for you outside!”

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I went out, and saw my brother from a distance, his body in a shabby overall covered in cement and sand. I asked him, “Why didn’t you tell my classmates you were my brother?” He replied, smiling, “Look at how I am dressed. If I tell your classmates that I am your brother, wouldn’t they laugh at you then?”

My nose tingled, and tears trickled down. I wiped the dust off my brother’s overall, and choked on my words, “You are my brother to begin with! I don’t care what anyone says or how they laugh! You are my brother no matter how you dress!”

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly-shaped hair clip that was wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. He sized it up against me, and went on to explain, “I saw all the city girls wearing this. So, I thought you too should have one.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried. That year, he was 20. I was 23.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the window panes which were broken for so many years had been replaced. Inside our home, it was spotless everywhere. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl before my mother. “Mom, you really didn’t have to spend so much time cleaning out our house!” Mother had aged. Her face was like a chrysanthemum when she smiled. She said, “It is your brother who came back early to clean up the place. Did you see the cut on his hand? He got it when he was installing the new window panes.”

I went inside my brother’s little room. Looking at his slender face, my heart ached. He smiled at me and said, "This is the first time you've brought your friend home. He is a university student from the city. Wouldn't want to give him any reasons to think poorly of us."

I applied some medicine to his wound. “Does it hurt?” I asked him. “No. It's nothing. When I work on the construction site, rocks fall onto my feet and swell them up so much that I can no longer wear shoes. Even that doesn’t stop me from work and...” Halfway through, he stopped speaking. I turned my back to him, and tears streamed down my face. That year, my brother was 23. I was 26.

When I got married, I lived in the city. Many times, my husband and I invited my parents to come and live with us, but they never agreed. They said, once leaving their village, they wouldn’t know what to do. My brother disagreed too, saying, “Sister, take care of your parents-in-law instead. I’ll look after mom and dad over here.”

My husband became his factory’s director. We wanted to get my brother a job in the factory as a manager in the repairs department. But my brother declined. He insisted on starting out as a repairs worker.

One day, while on a ladder fixing a wire, my brother got shocked by electricity, and became hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him. Seeing the white plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, “Why did you refuse to be a manager? Managers will never have to do anything this dangerous. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why didn’t you listen to us earlier?”

With a serious look on his face, he defended his decision. “Think for brother-in-law -- he just became a director. I on the other hand, hardly have an education. If I became a manager just like that, think of the problems that he would have to face."

My husbands’ eyes filled with tears, and along came my broken words: “But your lack of education was all because of me!”

My brother pulled my hand into his. "Why mention the past?" That year, my brother was 26. I was 29.

The year my brother turned 30, he married a peasant girl from a village. During his wedding, the host of ceremony asked him, “Who do you respect and love the most?” Without even thinking he responded, “My sister.”

He went on to recount a story that I could not even remember. “When I started going to elementary school, it was in a different village. Every day, my sister and I had to walk an hour to get home. One day, I lost one of my mittens. My sister gave one of hers to me. She had just one mitten on and walked all that distance. When we went home, her hand was so taken by the freezing cold that she could not even pick up her chopsticks. Since that day, I have vowed, that for as long as I live, I will look after my sister and be good to her.”

Applause inundated the room. All the guests turned their eyes to me.

All I could say was, “In my life, the person I am most thankful of is my brother.” And in this happiest of occasions, in front of this celebrating crowd, tears raged down my face like rivers.

[Poetess]

Was that a real story of yours? or just a story you read?
It if was your personal story then my reply comes this way:


"Uzziel, I have never read such a long thread - though it might not be too long.
Believe me, every word I read made my heart tear apart, and really made me cry.
I swear to God, I wish I could just give your brother the biggest hug or support on Earth ever.
I can`t believe such a 'great' person, literally.. i`m just so out of words, so out of words, Uzziel."


And if it wasn`t, then it made me cry too.