has a book ever made you cry or feel depressed?

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Never. Books cannot capture the same thing movies do when it comes to emotion.

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The remains of the day made me realize I am a stupid piece of shit so I cried at that one
The idiot made me a little teary at the end
Confessions of a mask ruined my stupid faggot life

Allie's funeral and the garage vandalism.

>>24555687 (OP)
Mushoku Tensei almost made me cry.

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I've cried once or twice while reading The Bible.

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atomised, maybe

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The Little Prince made me cry many times. Its a very beautiful and magical story that at times is very wise.

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I don't think I have ever cried outside of self-pity when i was child or self-inducing it.

teared up for Anne of Greene Gables when she moves out, and this passage from One of Ours always brings me down:
>"There was one person in the world who felt sorry for Claude that night. Gladys Farmer sat at her bedroom window for a long while, watching the stars and thinking about what she had seen plainly enough that afternoon. She had liked Enid ever since they were little girls,—and knew all there was to know about her. Claude would become one of those dead people that moved about the streets of Frankfort; everything that was Claude would perish, and the shell of him would come and go and eat and sleep for fifty years. Gladys had taught the children of many such dead men. She had worked out a misty philosophy for herself, full of strong convictions and confused figures. She believed that all things which might make the world beautiful—love and kindness, leisure and art—were shut up in prison, and that successful men like Bayliss Wheeler held the keys. The generous ones, who would let these things out to make people happy, were somehow weak, and could not break the bars. Even her own little life was squeezed into an unnatural shape by the domination of people like Bayliss. She had not dared, for instance, to go to Omaha that spring for the three performances of the Chicago Opera Company. Such an extravagance would have aroused a corrective spirit in all her friends, and in the schoolboard as well; they would probably have decided not to give her the little increase in salary she counted upon having next year.
>There were people, even in Frankfort, who had imagination and generous impulses, but they were all, she had to admit, inefficient—failures"

That sequence in Frankenstein where he's watching the happy family go about their lives was quite sad

Schindler’s List
At the end when the good guys lost and the Jews survived to escape to Israel and America

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Yes, basically every single one of Dostoevsky's and Hesse's novels.

>Yes, such natures—oh, let me speak in defense of such natures, so often and so cruelly misunderstood—these natures often thirst for tenderness, goodness, and justice, as it were, in contrast to themselves, their unruliness, their ferocity—they thirst for it unconsciously.
I'd read all five of Dosto's major novels one after another and it felt like it was all leading up to this line. Dmitry's vision of the underground men rejoicing under the earth makes it clear that he's a sort of arch-example of the type. In the context of Dosto's entire mature career, the line is like an onion thrown down to all the would-be romantics who ended up bad and spiteful in spite of themselves. I've had emotional gut punches from books before - when Peter hears the cock crow the third time, when Gilgamesh sees the maggot fall from Enkidu's nose, and some others - but that line from the Brothers K is the only time a book made me tear up.

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Agreed

Of mice and men struck me hard

>>24555696
>Confessions of a mask ruined my stupid faggot life
In what way?

>>24555687 (OP)
The ending of 1984 and Les misreable. Unironically made me cry for real.

I always cry or maybe feel envy whenever there is a romance or affair in a book.i can't make myself feel guilty to not experience this and I feel condemned whenever I read it. But I love it!! I ache of it!! I want it !! But I can't have it . I feel like some of us really aren't gifted to receive love and attraction from someone. And I think it's really only me who hates it. I believe I deserve love but I never found it. And I love reading old classic romance or love stories that either end with tragedy or a happy ending, that either are mutual
,secret or unrequited, that are either reminiscing or imaginary. Patronizing,cheating,conditional or unconditional or anything!!
I'm so ashamed to say that I've studied the mood ,history and science of love but I will never win over it hahaha.
>any particular book
I remember reading that book called "lust of life " that is a fictional biography of that dutch painter von gogh and the first few chapters of that book made me happy but a lot sad!!!
I don't need to explain in details but I've experienced the same exact trauma like von gogh in that scene where he was in love with that landlady's daughter. A mistake even I made and ended up running away from the apartment and leaving half of my things only after she rejected me when I put my hands upon my sleeves
Is love really that scene where the prince kiss snow white? Is love really the moment when our heart skips a few drum beats when your significant other gets injured or when you agree to take part in a deadly duel to save their honour?? For me it's a ripest fruit attached in the tallest brance of a tree,for me it's a heavenly place that I can never reach!!