Have you ever read anything that made you cry?I yearn to feel deeply, but it seems I am incapable.
IT WAS HER TURN
No, but I came close to crying reading The Lord of the Rings, Thomas Covenant, The Book of the Long Sun and The Book of the Short Sun.
I cried reading the Turner Diaries. All those poor fucking minorities, Jesus Christ.
>>25127039Literature is too cerebral. It literally disengages the emotions.Music and cinema are better tear-jerkers.Listen to White Chalk by PJ Harvey, or watch Amelie.
Deadhouse Gates
>>25127077You lack a soul, you’ve never felt anything at all when you read a sublime passage or poem? It’s cerebral sure, but the emotions it evokes for me are far greater than something I could ever hope to feel from a movie or tv show, music comes close though.
>>25127155Try borrowing a pair of testicles.
>>25127166Oooooooh he got me good!
>>25127039I cry every time I read Brothers Karamazov. Usually during the women of faith / lady of little faith chapters and also when Zosima is recounting parts of his life on his death bed. I’m not even Christian but that book is powerful. Also I cried at the end of Les Miserables on my first read of it.
>>25127176TBK felt far too melodramatic for me I won’t deny it’s great though unlike the rest of Dostoevsky’s work
>>25127039Iliad. The sheer unfettered soul of some passages had me pausing to weep
>>251270394chan throughout the years. I mean no one else had a phone throughout human ages and to be able to access this makes you incomparable to your peers in any pursuit of education.
>>251272734chan was a pretty special place I am not sure why people bot it so heavily.
>>25127335Its the same jocks from the 90s. They post on 4chan when they need to get a rep out and they post on insta to impress their friends.
>>25127039my diary
>>25127166come borrow my testes, babe
>>25127039Flowers for Algernon had me bawling.
>>25127493>he fell for the anti-platonist, hence anti-western subversion bookthe low can not be made high. check the ear.. oh it is obvious. You fell for the propaganda piece. Woke subversive Foucault-Rawlsian nonsense.
>deeply feels to deeply feel
>>25127607I thought I had finally gotten a handle on the generic wojak expression but I just don't know anymore.
>>25127039The Bible
>>25127612I felt happy because I couldn’t feel unhappy.
>>25127619...
Yeah colonel chabert by balzac made me cry a lot>— Ne me parlez pas de cela ! répondit le vieux militaire. Vous ne pouvez pas savoir jusqu’où va mon mépris pour cette vie extérieure à laquelle tiennent la plupart des hommes. J’ai subitement été pris d’une maladie, le dégoût de l’humanité. Quand je pense que Napoléon est à Sainte-Hélène, tout ici-bas m’est indifférent. Je ne puis plus être soldat, voilà tout mon malheur. Enfin, ajouta-t-il en faisant un geste plein d’enfantillage, il vaut mieux avoir du luxe dans ses sentiments que sur ses habits. Je ne crains, moi, le mépris de personneI read this recently and it made me cry, mainly the chapter on the KamikazeIdk why I'm like this
>>25127039The three musketeersMaria by Jorge Isaacs
>>25127630>IELFURAGERONTHORPAA
>>25127628To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I’ve shaped my life, almost without thinking about it, but I did it with so much instinctive art that even to myself I’ve become a not entirely clear and definite individual.
>>25127639Anon, you ok?
>>25127467my diary is more of a comedy than a tragedy imo
>>25127646It’s one of those days when the monotony of everything oppresses me like being led into a jail. The monotony of everything is merely the monotony of myself, however. Each face, even if seen just yesterday, is different today, because today isn’t yesterday. Each day is the day it is, and there was never another one like it in the world. Only our soul makes the identification – a genuinely felt but erroneous identification – by which everything becomes similar and simplified. The world is a set of distinct things with varied edges, but if we’re near-sighted, it’s a continual and indecipherable fog. I feel like fleeing. Like fleeing from what I know, from what’s mine, from what I love. I want to depart, not for impossible Indias or for the great islands south of everything, but for any place at all – village or wilderness – that isn’t this place. I want to stop seeing these unchanging faces, this routine, these days. I want to rest, far removed, from my inveterate feigning. I want to feel sleep come to me as life, not as rest. A cabin on the seashore or even a cave in a rocky mountainside could give me this, but my will, unfortunately, cannot. Slavery is the law of life, and it is the only law, for it must be observed: there is no revolt possible, no way to escape it. Some are born slaves, others become slaves, and still others are forced to accept slavery. Our fainthearted love of freedom – which we would reject as strange and unfamiliar, if it ever came to us – is proof of how ingrained our slavery is. I myself, having just said that I’d like a cabin or a cave where I could be free from the monotony of everything, which is the monotony of me – would I dare set out for this cabin or cave, knowing from experience that the monotony, since it stems from me, will always be with me? I myself, suffocating from where I am and because I am – where would I breathe easier, if the sickness is in my lungs rather than in the things that surround me? I myself, who long for pure sunlight and open country, for the ocean in plain view and the unbroken horizon – could I get used to my new bed, the food, not having to descend eight flights of stairs to the street, not entering the tobacco shop on the corner, not saying good morning to the barber standing outside his shop? Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, infiltrating our physical sensations and our feeling of life, and like spittle of the great Spider it subtly binds us to whatever is close, tucking us into a soft bed of slow death rocked by the wind. Everything is us, and we are everything, but what good is this, if everything is nothing? A ray of sunlight, a cloud whose shadow tells us it is passing, a breeze that rises, the silence that follows when it ceases, one or another face, a few voices, the incidental laughter of the girls who are talking, and then night with the meaningless, fractured hieroglyphs of the stars.
>>25127039>Storm of Steel >Junger narrowly escapes death time and again, mostly due to dumb luck>doesn't glorify war, but shows deep respect for all those who perished in it>nearing the end of the memoir>Junger is shot and cant retreat to safety >he doesnt call for help.>he will just lay down and watch his men escape>his men pick him up and carry him through no man's land amid artillery fire >"we have to save General Junger!">the guys carrying him get shot and fall>without saying anything, other privates hoist him up and resume carrying him to safety God damn if it isn't the saddest and most heroic thing I've ever read. I'm getting choked up just recalling it.
Border trilogy
>>25127039Oh fucking tons. I read three stories today that made me cry. I am crying right now, in fact. For a long time I never cried. Then one day, something happened, and now I cry every time I read something even a little bit sad. Sometimes it's not even that sad. I just gush water. It's actually pretty ridiculous, but It's only annoying because then everything's blurry. I actually find it pretty cathartic.I don't know why it happens, but I assume it's a side-effect of my efforts in working on my mental health through rigorous self-reflection. Probably at some point I broke through some bottle neck about recognizing what emotions I'm actually feeling and some weird switch got flipped. This only happens when I read, though. I rarely cry day-to-day, or when I'm watching movies, or anything else. Just when I read.
I can't recall the last time I read a book and cried and that makes me sad. I'd love to feel that way about a book again.
>>25127039I vaguely recall tearing up a little at the final Levin chapters of Anna Karenina. Possibly also as a kid when reading Harry Potter.
Cried earlier today reading David Lynch's book because I saw>WE SHOULD BE HAPPY LIKE PUPPIES WITH OUR TAILS WAGGINGand I thought my god I love David Lynch
>>25127039Yearning is a feeling.This reminds of all the "psychopaths" who whine about how bad they feel that they don't have compassion.If you feel bad about not feeling bad, then you already feel bad. Just get into meditation
>>25128385CTBF or Room to Dream? I think I remember that line from the first book, but I forget the chapter
>>25128441CTBF
>>25127077
>>25127095whats with the power rangers aesthetic
>>25128316You have an issue, either mental or physical. You should not be that brittle. Possibly adrenal fatigue.
>>25128457I mean, yeah. That's obvious. I have multiple mental illnesses, and I have an extremely low stress-threshold.
>>25128452Oh yeah, thanks
>>25128316>t. jordan peterson
>>25128316I'm the same way but probably because I've been taking mushrooms every weekend for the last 2 years
>>25128473I've always wanted to try mushrooms and LSD, but everyone who has ever done them has strictly forbidden me from ever taking them.
>>25128479They're mid. Mushrooms are just a high-dose antidepressant Microdose them if you can't afford SSRIs
>>25128471aw shit this one got me too>>25128479>everyone who has ever done them has strictly forbidden me from ever taking them.if you have any family history of schizophrenia then definitely stay away, but otherwise, this is more reason to never listen to anything anyone tells you.
>>25128488I don't have a family history of schizophrenia that I know of, but we've always been a little unstable (It's possible my dad had some kind of drug induced psychosis, but I've never been in the position to identify that), but I'm very obviously a little off, and I was much more so when I was younger. I decide to trust people looking out for my best interest, and I'm happy with just weed.
>>25128488NTA but I've never seen mushrooms make someone smarter or more productive. Yet I have seen them make people less smart and productive. Curious.
>>25128493Fair enough>>25128499They've helped me understand myself better at the very least. Not sure if it'd be accurate to say that psychs have made me "smarter" but they did get me more interested in reading and critical thinking
>>25128493Weed is actually worse than classic psychedelics (LSD, mescaline and mushroooms) as far as psychosis and schizophrenia concerns. Weed can awaken latent schizophrenia, while classic psychs are unlikely to.
I well up a bit everytime I read this bit from George MacDonald's Unspoken Sermons:>When once to a man the human face is the human face divine, and the hand of his neighbour is the hand of a brother, then will he understand what St Paul meant when he said, "I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren." But he will no longer understand those who, so far from feeling the love of their neighbour an essential of their being, expect to be set free from its law in the world to come. There, at least, for the glory of God, they may limit its expansive tendencies to the narrow circle of their heaven. On its battlements of safety, they will regard hell from afar, and say to each other, "Hark! Listen to their moans. But do not weep, for they are our neighbours no more." St Paul would be wretched before the throne of God, if he thought there was one man beyond the pale of his mercy, and that as much for God's glory as for the man's sake. And what shall we say of the man Christ Jesus? Who, that loves his brother, would not, upheld by the love of Christ, and with a dim hope that in the far-off time there might be some help for him, arise from the company of the blessed, and walk down into the dismal regions of despair, to sit with the last, the only unredeemed, the Judas of his race, and be himself more blessed in the pains of hell, than in the glories of heaven? Who, in the midst of the golden harps and the white wings, knowing that one of his kind, one miserable brother in the old-world-time when men were taught to love their neighbour as themselves, was howling unheeded far below in the vaults of the creation, who, I say, would not feel that he must arise, that he had no choice, that, awful as it was, he must gird his loins, and go down into the smoke and the darkness and the fire, travelling the weary and fearful road into the far country to find his brother?—who, I mean, that had the mind of Christ, that had the love of the Father?
>>25128529Yeah, I've heard that too, but I can't be worried about everything.
Wardine be cry from such shit prose
>>25127039Plato's Crito, the monologue on the end where Socrates peaks his argument why he should stay and die and that's fair and right.Actually cried there.
Ending of the Book of the Short Sun.
>>25127039I am not a woman.
>>25127039never let me go made me cry
>>25128465Mental illness isn’t real
>>25128813fine. a physical issue with the brain.
No, when it was really close. When Holden talks about his lil brother Allie and how great he was. It made me think about a friend that left.
>>25128453>he doesn't know "literally" is a 4chan meme, like "unironically" and "thoughbeit"lurk moar
>>25127617Christians are such pussies.
>>25127039Laurus made me cry constantly. So did reading the Gospel of Matthew for the first time, possibly because I did it out loud (and in KJV).
>>25127039I remember crying when I read Dostoyevsky's chapter on Grigory, the one before he introduces Smerdyakov.
No… I’m a big boy, big boys don’t cry
>>25127077This
>>25127039Cry tears of boredom from profuse yawning, yeah.
>>25127039A scene from The Smiling Proud Wanderer made me throat hurt, it was a poignant scene and I was also appreciating the novel as a whole at same time.Also from another novel from the same author where a villainess died in her master's arms while they pretend and talk to each other one last time like they did back when she was a young disciple, didn't make me cry but it stood out.
>>25127039>I yearn to feel deeply, but it seems I am incapable.So you are one of the lucky few psychopath huhAt which stage are you? Still killing animals or youve graduated to humans?
>>25127039Celine, unironically
>>25127039I cried when I first read Les Misérables, and I sometimes cry again when I think back on it.
>>25127039bluestar's prophecy from the warrior cats series; she gets a vision telling her not to have kittens, because she has to become leader so <antagonist from the main series> doesn't
Simply beautiful
>>25127039No I'm not a bitch
>>25127155This homo is why there's tampons in mens bathrooms
>>25131263I thought they were for bloody shits
>>25127039I find that crying is easier while writing than reading.
>>25127039Yes. But I was a teen at the time. Dance on my Grave, Now I know, and The Toll Bridge all made me cry. Aidan Chambers wrote them. Haven't cried so much (not because of literature anyway) after that though. I was 16 when I read those, so I guess hormones played a big part.
