Ten babies whose parents will
never hear cry, or be able to hold without blood seaping from their noses and their mouths.
I had
never heard him cry in 14 years.
Lastly, you'll
never hear me crying that someone is takig something from me or that I have a right to anything that I don't work for.
Not exact matches
To read it from a survivor's standpoint, to feel the fear they must have felt hidden away, to
hear the
cries of their rescuer as the Nazi's beat him, trying to get him to say he had Jews he was hiding, to think of the rescuers children
never saying a word, and being always vigilant... it is both heartwarming, and utterly heartbreaking at once.
I
never know whether to laugh or
cry when I
hear of a black man converting to Islam.
I have
heard their
cries and will
never again be deaf to their silent pleas for help.»
Now when Apollonius gazed on him, the ghost in him began to utter
cries of fear and rage, such as one
hears from people who are being branded or racked; and the ghost swore that he would leave the young man alone and
never take possession of any man again.
But God drew me to Himself, and shown me things I seldom speak of... I will
never forget the
cries of souls in Hell, the kind of
cries that human ears
never hear and were
never intended to
hear, nor is any human soul ever intended to end up there.
When they lost 68 — 62, a lot of people
cried, including Richard Demak, now SI's chief of reporters, who was not from Philadelphia, had
never heard of Villanova and was watching on television in Michigan.
My decision not to use it is based on the fact that I
never even
heard of it until my girlfriend talked about her pediatrician telling her mother to just «leave her to
cry» when she would
cry at night, telling her mother that she only
cried because she was overstimulated and needed to be left alone.
Before I had even
heard of Attachment Parenting, I vowed to
never let her
cry it out, tried co-sleeping until she was almost one, wore her in a sling.
I
never did
hear him
cry...
It
never helped, and I hated to
hear her
cry.
As you sit there together, accepting your child and all their many feelings, she will likely still
cry and she may
never reach over and eat that peeled banana, but in the end, she will feel
HEARD.
There is a world of difference between a baby
crying alone (which they
never ever should) and one that is being held and
heard and reassured and loved while they
cry.
She
never got to take that first breathe, and I
never got to
hear her first
cry.
, every single phone call is filled with statements like «Of course she is still eating in the middle of the night — you've conditioned her to do that because you actually give it to her», «I
hear her fussing again — that's because you carry her around too much», «If you keep breast feeding, none of the rest of us will every be able to bond with her», «Her first word will definitely be Moneth, since you are working» (Moneth is our nanny's name), «She'll
never crawl if you give her everything she wants all the time», «We gave you X, Y or Z and you turned out just fine», «Just let her
cry — she has to learn X, Y or Z sometime», «You're spoiling her because she is your first; just wait until # 2 comes along, then you'll be a normal parent».
Hearing the sweet babies
cry is
never easy, but just keep talking to them and loving on them.
Or I may
hear the opposite, «He / she will only sleep if it is totally silent,
cries all the time, and
never seems happy.»
As a mother, therapist, friend, and neighbor, I
hear people say all the time, «Oh he / she is the best baby... he / she
never cries, fusses, puts anything in his / her mouth, and can sleep through a train driving through our house.»
During one of my
crying bouts, The Hubs looked at me and said something I
never thought I'd
hear him say: «Why don't you just cut it off and start all over?»
Hearing Oakenshield
cry out in pain that has been lip - synced to a silly LEGO character
never gets old and is one of the game's highlights.
If you were to remove personal affection for the superstar, you would realize that, if you had
never heard of Arnold Schwarzenegger and were viewing this as a standalone film, this is one hell of an unfunny movie, with a tasteless premise, predictable turns of events, and wholly contrived plotting meant strictly to show a large, muscular man doing very un-macho things, like
crying, dressing up like a woman, and driving himself more by emotion than logic.
We'll
never know for sure how Friday ended up on the streets of Brooklyn, but luckily for him, on that fateful day somebody did see him, somebody did care, somebody
heard his
cries for help, and they did not just walk by, but instead gathered him up and took him home.
I've
never heard a dog yelp or
cry out in pain.
And it
never fails to bring a smile to my face whenever I
hear a huge
cry go up over a missed shot.
I knew that my daughter had
never cried like she
cried after that round of shots at four months, and it was very frustrating that the doctor didn't
hear me saying that.