“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Those who cry when they hurt a flea come close... [...]

[...] Then certainly would she be bitter and cry.

[...] So the true love and compassion goes crying, while you are forced to express an exterior love and compassion many times.

[...] The muscles themselves cry out to be soothed, and the physical touch, the relaxation of muscle, brings about an emotional release. [...]

[...] The conscious ego with which you are familiar cries out its bewilderment, for has it not always sensed immortality?

[...] He is afraid of hurting you, of making you move, or making you cry.

[...] Our poor maligned friend, the ape, did not suddenly beat his hairy chest in exaltation and cry “I am a man.” [...]

[...] Your mother is crying now to Betts, and she may yet hold him.

[...] David naturally cried loudly. [...]

(Jane experienced a bout of crying at the supper table this evening. [...]

[...] Also, when a small child Bill had overheard a sexual encounter between his parents, in which his mother cried out. [...]

[...] She called me once again; as I went to her she burst into tears; her crying was strong and highly charged; it seemed obvious she was responding emotionally to an experience of Barbara’s of an early age; Jane seemed to have attained a state beyond words. [...]

[...] And when I say that they did this, they did it joyfully and with a great exuberance and yet, also, they felt this portion of their own consciousness leave them and escape from them and so, to some extent, they cried to see a portion of themselves forever leave and yet they did this that you might have existence and song. [...]

“But the sessions,” I cried. [...]

[...] She was crying, saying over and over, ‘Oh dear, I have to go away, and I don’t want to go.’ There was a glassed-in area to the left in the hospital lobby, where you could buy gifts for the patients. [...]

[...] Although everyone about me was talking quite loudly, I had the weird sensation of voices within me, of mouths open or crying in soundless rhythm.

[...] As he has done before occasionally, he gave a loud cry and jumped at Jane’s ankles as she paced back and forth. [...]

[...] At the same time the difficulty experienced by her ego cries out for the sort of fulfillment that could be achieved through the development of these abilities.

“Oh, why did you have to put that in!” Jane cried in anguish as she read that last sentence. [...]

[...] Free will is yours, however, and if you decide to ignore these inner realities you can destroy your planet and it will do you no good to cry to a God, for the God would not have destroyed your planet. [...]