#cry

A hive mind is a social organization of RISTs that are capable of processing semantic memes ("thinking"). These could be either carbon-based or silicon-based. RISTs who enter a hive mind surrender their independent identities (which are mere illusions anyway). For purposes of convenience, the constituents of the hive mind are assigned bit-pattern designators. ↗

— Neil Stephenson

#design

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#release #relief #tears #dreams

It's only when i woke up crying, i realized i'd dreamt of you. ↗

— Tyla Desmond

#dreaming #dreams

Sometimes I cry in my dreams, and I wake up because my pillow is sopping wet. Was I sobbing in my sleep? Hardly. But I was drooling.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crying #dream #dreams #drool #drooling

Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew she would be reduced to if she didn’t keep a hard eye on herself. ↗

— Kevin Brockmeier

#coping-strategies #crying #dreaming #self-control #worrying

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#shed #tears #dreams

- I believe in unlimited discovery and achievement. - I believe that dreams can become reality. - I believe in true love. - I believe in kindness and intelligence. - I trust life, regardless. ↗

— Elysse Poetis

#crying #danger #divorce #dreams-that-become-reality #humanity

We only dream of things we know and people that we've seen... War and pain is all I know, it is all I can ever see. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#death #dreams #love #pain #war

In the immortal words of myself, "If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt." Likewise, if cyborgs one day come to be viewed as so human-like that they are accepted as equals, then I cry for the cyborg named Mel T. Down. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cyborgs #destiny #equals #flower #human

Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -" "Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters." She shut the window. "Don't you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?" Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Scarbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn't. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#dating #frustration #hurt-feelings #loser #nicknames