Has a book ever made you cry?

[Anonymous No.19226951]

If so, which one and what was the context of the scene?

[Anonymous No.19226980]

>>19226951
my diary desu

[Anonymous No.19226984]

>>19226951
I can't remember if there's a novel that's made me cry. There's one Walt Whitman poem that it's difficult for me to read without crying though.

[Anonymous No.19227041]

>>19226951
Yes. The end of The Persian Boy made me sob uncontrollably. The idea that Alexander's idealistic dream for a golden era and all his effort just imploded the very second he died, and that knowledge that it was all hopeless from the very beginning, because he was the only one that actually cared, was just too much for me to bear. I couldn't stop crying. I was living in a psychiatric half-way house at the time, and I made everyone panic. I kept trying to tell them I was just crying because of the book, and I'll be fine, but they didn't believe me. Also, I think I gave the resident psychotic an episode, so I feel bad about that.

[Anonymous No.19227194]

I Am Legend, cause of the dog chapter (struggling to befriend the dog, finally getting the dog, taking care and trying to nurture the dog, next morning it's dead)

Lots of stuff from Sharon Kay Penman (The Sunne in Splendour), just cause I get caught up in the romance/tragedy, hard to name a scene.

[Anonymous No.19227212]

most truly great novels will get a couple tears out of me. don quixotes ending, brothers karamazov at several points, crime and punishment, the red and the black, probably some others but those ones hit especially hard. pretty much the highest praise i can give a book because it means it resonated with me on the deepest levels and i was fully invested in the narrative

[Anonymous No.19227217]

Gilda Trillim was the most recent. There was a very moving scene involving a random and extravagant act of kindness for a beggar.

[Anonymous No.19227241]

[Anonymous No.19227247]

>>19227241
You motherfucker

[Anonymous No.19227268]

>>19227241
aw hell

[Anonymous No.19227273]

>>19226951
meme answert but my twisted world by the sup[reme gentleman as i was relating too much

[Anonymous No.19227278]

>>19226951
The death of M.’s grandmother and mother in ISOLT. Proust’s ability to capture with surgical precision the panoply of emotions flowing from a loved one’s death — viz., grief, sadness, happiness, anger, among others — made me cry and every so often I reread those passages.

[Anonymous No.19227332]

>>19227278
im on the second book now, i remember really enjoying swanns way but ill be honest this one has been a very slow slog to get through, i assume thats mostly due to my own attention deficit but does the book pick up at some point? im just past the halfway mark when proust is in balbec

[Anonymous No.19227539]

Cried in "The Forest Again" chapter of Harry Potter 7 no joke

[Anonymous No.19227584]

>>19226951
No, but I usually don't cry, I have been moved by some books, also some books gave me a feeling of depression, but nothing made me cry.

[Anonymous No.19227709]

>>19226984
Which one

[Anonymous No.19227755]

Goriot's whole long unbroken deathbed monologue from Old Goriot hit me harder than expected. Balzac has a reputation for being melodramatic, and this arguably is, but it really felt like it came out of nowhere with this intensity and desperation which was so jarring in this really effective way.

[Anonymous No.19227771]

>>19226951
of mice and men when i read it as a teenager choked me up. But i couldn't let it out cause my dad was around. Gotta stay a man and all that dumb shit.

[Anonymous No.19227777]

>>19226951
Crying is for pussies

[Anonymous No.19227924]

The last chapter got me.

[Anonymous No.19228069]

>>19227332
Volume 3 gets better! And the story gets more and more entertaining. I’ve read ISOLT twice and volume 2 is always the hardest to get through.

[Anonymous No.19228412]

>It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
>It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
>And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Gets me every time.

[Anonymous No.19228420]

>>19228069
wow that makes me feel a lot better i thought maybe id just become a retard lol, not that im ruling that out completely.

[Anonymous No.19228464]

>Now some explanation is due for all this behavior. The time has come to speak about love. For Miss Amelia loved Cousin Lymon. So much was clear to everyone. They lived in the same house together and were never seen apart. Therefore, according to Mrs. MacPhail, a warty-nosed old busybody who is continually moving her sticks of furniture from one part of the front room to another; according to her and to certain others, these two were living in sin. If they were related, they were only a cross between first and second cousins, and even that could in no way be proved. Now, of course, Miss Amelia was a powerful blunderbuss of a person, more than six feet tall – and Cousin Lymon a weakly little hunchback reaching only to her waist. But so much the better for Mrs. Stumpy MacPhail and her cronies, for they and their kind glory in conjunctions which are ill-matched and pitiful. So let them be. The good people thought that if those two had found some satisfaction of the flesh between themselves, then it was a matter concerning them and God alone. All sensible people agreed in their opinion about this conjecture – and their answer was a plain, flat top. What sort of thing, then, was this love?
>First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons – but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world – a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring – this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

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[Anonymous No.19228470]

>>19228464

>Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as dearly as anyone else – but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
>It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being be loved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

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From Carson McCullers' The Ballad of the Sad Cafe. The first time I read this passage it hit me like a train.

[Anonymous No.19228748]

>>19226951
The end of a farewell to arms.

[Anonymous No.19228758]

>>19228470
>>19228464
Kinda reminds me of DFW

[Anonymous No.19229695]

>>19226951
Orpheus and Eurydice is so simple yet so brutal

[Anonymous No.19229791]

>>19226951
1984 almost made me cry to my therapist or not cry but i sounded whiney and bitchy kek

[Anonymous No.19229804]

Only the end of The Amber Spyglass. I was like 10 though

[Trox mf No.19229999]

The story of my life lmao. Crime and punishment made me cry especially in those dialogs between Sophia and Raskolnikov where he says : " I didn't bow to you, but I bowed to all human suffering." or something like that I don't even bother to remember lmfao. But the be honest this lines hit so damn hard !!!

[Anonymous No.19230008]

>>19226951
The protagonist reminded me so much of somebody I knew that it hurt. Especially the way she writes and thinks. I miss her very much.

[Anonymous No.19230012]

>>19228464
>>19228470
thanks for sharing, anon, that was beautiful.