What book has made you cry or has given you very strong emotions?

Those really don't count, certainly not as literature

Don't remember all the times really. I get emotional quite a lot while reading or watching movies. Last time was while reading The Old Man and the Sea.

Disgrace
Mrs Dalloway
So Long, See You Tomorrow
Ironweed

Also, Gilead

Stoner. I was reading the last chapter as I got the news my father had just died. He found out about his cancer on the day he retired and he lasted for another six months and a unsuccessful operation. You can see how the last page got me good.

Last few pages of Breakfast of Champions

Yep, this one for me too.

The Road, unironically, something very similar to my father and me about it

Siddhartha.

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>no The Waves
Man, lit has really gone downhill.

"It was my turn" -- Hillary R. Clinton, 2018

Saddest part was when Svidrigailov killed himself.

why

he was literally r9k

Stoner

Schindler's List
Broke my heart to see the Nazis lose the war.

flowers for algernon
Schindler was so broken up about it he pawned the jew ring to buy booze

this

also richard yates by tao lin, was devastating

for sadness: Quixote
for empathy: IJ (Mario), Karamazov (Alyosha)
for humanity: the one about the tundra

You could have just said Alyosha.

I can think of three other characters offhand that could elicit significant feels: Ivan, Zossima, and Kolya. But yes mainly Alyosha

I was saying that Mario is literally just Alyosha.

Ah okay, right. And I should've mentioned Myshkin too

Rhoda is my waifu

Timbuktu.
Damn dog got me in the feels

I just read the Brothers K and it has been a long time since I cared so much about a character as Alyosha. I spent so much time on "avant garde lit" that I bypassed tBK altogether. It's really an excellent book.

literally me. passages that depict a pure, beautiful relationship between characters can make me burst out in tears.

Notes from the underground after realizing I was literally the main character

The death scene of Prince Andrew in War and Peace was one of the most depressing things I've ever read. We all will truly die alone

Cliche as fuck but, A Farewell to Arms. HEMMINGWAY IS A DICK

The Bible. Not memeing

what are you referencing by "tundra"

All Quiet on the Western Front

cried twice in white nights

first time during the main characters dialogue when he says

>he gloomy, sullen gnawing which now gives me no rest by day or by night. And one asks oneself where are one’s dreams. And one shakes one’s head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And again one asks oneself what has one done with one’s years. Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing. Some more years will pass, and after them will come gloomy solitude; then will come old age trembling on its crutch, and after it misery and desolation. Your fantastic world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die and will fall like the yellow leaves from the trees. . . . Oh, Nastenka! you know it will be sad to be left alone, utterly alone, and to have not even anything to regret — nothing, absolutely nothing . . .

second was the entire ending sequence.

fucking butterfly's

Sodom and Gomorrah by Proust

The fragment of Titus Awake made me tear up.

>from here on the content and the writing become too difficult to decipher

The Machine Stops
Made me realize just how far back you could tell when the world was slipping from reality into, whatever it is now.

Flowers for Algernon

Death of a Salesman

Of Mice and Men I have an autistic brother (mid-spectrum).

...

The last few pages of this are like taking a pool cue straight to the nose, I physically have to tear up

The Return of the King

The Judge's monologues in Blood Meridian.

The sirens of titan

The Bell Jar
Of Mice And Men

just fuck my shit up senpai

the thing Veeky Forums collaborated on that makes me weep for humanity

Stoner

Pussy. That shit was OD stupid. Heavy handed, not believable and idk just kinda cheesy imo. Was trying too hard to be a downer for no particular reason. I like Hemingway and have no problem with depressing shit, but idk I thought it was done badly, I didn't feel shit when he lost Catherine and the baby.

REAL SHIT. That was beautifully done, it was super depressing and yet had this kind of affirmative acceptance and peace to it.

what made you cry about that story?

Catcher In The Rye

Didn't feel a thing my guy? Have you never had a crush b4 and imagined how life would be together? And then its all taken away, instantly, just like that! Catherine's death felt rushed I'll give you that but I believe that's because death comes suddenly.

Stoner

I've cried over a book only once.

At the end of 100 Years Solitude a now excessively old, blind Ursula discovers that her grandsons and granddaughters were in fact mocking her, writing offensive remarks on her face.

She cried, and I cried with her.

Lolita knocked me out for 3 days and I felt exhausted and had to cry whenever I thought of the final chapters.

Most recently, The God of Small Things by Roy. Hyped for her new novel.

Eh really really fucking rushed. I know death is sudden but it was out of left field and I don't feel it was dealt with in an engaging manner.
And yes I've felt love and loss before. Doesn't mean I like the way it was handled in that book.

>tfw can't even watch porn without crying

milk and honey awakened my inner femininity, a soft and serene gentle side that was kind and caring that i wasn't aware i had

now i approach life with love and modest joy, bringing good tidings to my colleagues and family, always being supportive of them

>or has given you very strong emotions
I recently picked up Lolita and I don't think I can go on reading it.
>After school group in our elementary school where kids with parents who work late stay before they can go home
>You play with friends, play with legos, do sports w/e
>Had this roudy girl, 9 just like me, always come with a couple other kids to our school where this after school event happened so this was the only time I would see her
>She was aggressive with me
>pushed me around, made fun of me, then hug me for a bit and go back to pushing and making fun of me
>She always wanted me to get agressive with her like wrestle her to the ground
>One day she is more active than usual and pulls me around with her
>End up in a corner of the big winding room by book cases, empty toy boxes, pillows, blankets, shoes
>She is whirling around pulling hard on my clothes
>Especially on my pants
>She gets what she always wants; I get "mad" and do to her what she has been doing to me
>wrestle her to the ground onto a yoga matt or something similar and pull down her pants and tug hard on the top
>She is laughing uncontrollably, as she always does, and keeps pulling on me as well
>Hold her down incredibly lightly with my left hand while I free her from her pants and underwear down to just above her knees.
>(I remember this part incredibly well)
>Am shocked for a moment and just stare at her from belly button to the gap between her legs
>She is laughing loudly and banging with her fists against my shoulder and back, still being held down by my numb weak left hand
>One punch hits hard and I snap back
>Without really thinking I shove my hand down but turn my head to her and we laugh like maniacs into eachother's faces
>After messing around a bit I slip my ring finger inside her
>I still remember how odd "moist" but still dry she felt and also still so warm and easy when I moved my finger inside her

>She is awkwardly kicking me with her knees but not punching anymore and still laughing loudly
>I twisted my arm around and bend my finger while still inside her
>Her head snaps back and she is laughing louder than before
>Her crooked and missing upper row of teeth are still visible to me today
>I fall on my back holding my hand as if I had hurt it close to my chest and cover it with my other hand
>I am no longer laughing but starring at her rolling around with her pants still down by her knees laughing
>I thought I heard someone coming so I crawled away quickly
>Later that day I told my parents I didn't wanna go there anymore because the kids weren't nice and that I would feel OK staying at home alone waiting till someone showed up
>Really I jsut felt incredibly guilty and was frightened that I might meet her again and that I would get introuble for touching her the way I did from supervisors or my parents if she told someone or they somehow found out
>My older Brother would later go to the same High School as her and sometimes talk to her on the train to school
>He told me that the very few times they spoke she asked about me and said funny things but I never got the impression that she told him exactly what happened eventhough he had a wicked smile and a snickering tone in his voice when telling me about what she had said to him this time
>I had repressed this memory and forgotten about it
>Now that I read how Nabakov writes about young girls (nymphs) I was reminded of it
>But this time as an adult, the feeling of this young girl's vagina, how she laughed, fought and felt
>The smell of her clothes, her vagina on my fingers and the taste of her hair that would always get stuck into my mouth I can still remember
>I remember how an 9 year old girls vagina feels and seemingly tastes, how I enjoyed sticking my thumb, digging deep into her belly button at times grabbing her tightly around the arms
>I get incredibly aroused by reading the book and am always reminded of that girl
>I get Incredibly aroused
>I first started reading Lolita when I was too early to class so I sat in the library and didn't stop till after I read a couple chapters cowering in my chair hiding my erection
>Never had I felt as horny, and the need to jerk off, as hard as when I was reminded of the girl I groped and felt, from reading Nabokov's description of nymphs (which she definetly was)
>I feel incredibly wrong and feel less attracted to girls my age now eventhough it has only been a little over a week and I do hope this doesn't last
>First time I passed a Kindergarten after this experience I was scared I would feel something looking at the girls play but gladly it was just as usual
>I still get hard just thinking of the incident now and imagening I at my current age in the same situation.
>If he describes the rape of a young nymph I am not gonna be able to finish that book or chapter at least I believe

The Iliad part where they describe a battle and it's just a mess of dirt and limbs and the bodies become indistinguishable.

I read this to my father and he teared up, too.

I hate her even more every time I see another one of her "poems".

you're lucky. try engaging in a 69 foursome with three girls, one your age, 8-9 i recall, one older, one younger, taking turns with them as they giggled and jumped away, the youngest enjoying it with me and getting caught together. I still remember the scent, the taste, everything. it has affected me substantially and is impossible to forget. lolita had the same adverse reaction to me, so i stopped reading it. my advice is to cherish grown women, and somethibg specific, learn to love hair, look at old playboys and see the tufts of blond and brunette hair curling round. appreciate the now and the receptive mind of a woman now, there are adult nymphs, i assure you. no question attraction is still there, and the feeling is not one that should be one of shame, but understanding the power every woman holds over our minds from a supremely young age for them and for you.

oh. and don't you dare ever take liberties. ever.

The thing that it made me wonder is if women are attractive more if they are at a different age than you are.
That as a young but adult man I would find young girls and older mature women more interesting and have a greater longing to be with them than a girl my age.
Similar to how old men would die to have a 20 some year old hardbodied brunette.
Saying, that it isn't just that girls in late teens and especially early to mid twenties are the most attractive to guys but rather the women the same age as them are boring compared to older or younger ones who seem exciting and simply different than jsut the female counter part of you.
This seems strange and everytime I spent just a little time thinking about it I wonder how stupid I am but still somehow I think this to be true.

The last paragraph of The Dead always has me in pieces.

well, that's the curiosity and newness taking hold. Just be careful. I feel as though through my life i have made my mistakes and come to far more complex internal understandings, just from brooding so much. You will have to figure out this for yourself. I found someone my age, and I can understand the concept of boredom from being in the same place in development and spirit and body, but there is plenty of learning and curiosity and fun to be gained, and never at the expense of someone else's innocence, someone else's purity, nymph or otherwise. there are things we avoid doing despite the pleasure because they are wrong, and they are wrong because they hurt others. No matter how hard you try you're never going to feel like you felt at that age. never again. never even a glimpse. you must gain appreciation for the now. for better feelings, more distinguished and mature emotions and thoughts. that is growth. i think so anyway. good luck, friend. don't dwell too much. just do like i said, learn to love signs of feminine maturity, an acquired taste in some of us.

>and never at the expense of someone else's innocence, someone else's purity, nymph or otherwise
Of course not. This started because started reading Lolita and the description awoke old memory and possible new desires, but to act on them is gonna need a little more convincing than one fictional book if it is as possible great as people claim it to be.

i've done a bit of research on Nabby, and i doubt he would intend for anyone to gain desires from his work. the more i learn, the more i like to hope he used his writing as a tool to understand the desire, and perhaps to live it out in a harmless yet fulfilling way. i have come go the understanding that Nabokov was possibly abused by his uncle, so the idea of therapeutic literature is comprehensible. anyhow, an interesting conversation nevertheless.

>he used his writing as a tool to understand the desire, and perhaps to live it out in a harmless yet fulfilling way
Sounds very reasonable

>theres still pedos on cuck chan

This+++

Flowers for Algernon
The Road
Madonna in a Fur Coat

Those were both personal experiences as children.
Sorry that remembering events in your childhood is a thing.

its all the shit you wrote after that tells youre a pedo

>The Road

Read some shit by Freud then if I don't get it faggot.

literally nothing wrong with it desu

Lolita. I almost cried whle reading that final part of the "pentapod monster". I felt so identified...

Welcome to the club. You also gave me a boner.

I tear up at poetry because of how beautifully written it all is sometimes. Kubla Khan for example.

There's also one passage in Gatsby that I find way too relatable. Where Nick describes seeing random women and imagining his life with them and then ultimately concludes on how lonely he is. That always makes me feel things, guilt mainly.

Oh and I cried at A Thousand Splendid Suns for simple reasons.

>also richard yates by tao lin, was devastating
what?? that book was so devoid of emotion the only way it could have made me cry is if someone destroyed my copy before i had the chance to do it myself

The Magic Mountain

>Welcome to the club
You have a story from yor youth as well?
>Do share.

>You also gave me a boner.
I'll take that as a compliment

>at my parents' house after I finished my exams
>was reading Stoner in front of them
>get to the end
>start crying my eyes out
>parents get worried and ask me what's wrong
>can't even talk because I'm crying like a baby
Stoner's ending might be one of the most beautiful things I've ever read.

Not really a story. When I was 7 I briefly played "doctors" with a cousin (nowadays she do have a bf that is exactly like me).
I lost the chance of being with the girl of my life when I was 11 (this affected the rest of my romantic life).
Nowadays I'm into my 9yo half-sis (and she tried some weird things, not me. Really).

Just kill me.

...

Would be fun if you could greentext the reaction of your parents.

How the hell you survive reading Lolita then?

>I lost the chance of being with the girl of my life when I was 11
No, you didn't

>Nowadays I'm into my 9yo half-sis
Worrying. Infuriating that your parents have no way of knowing either. Get help.

Didn't actually cry, but Dostoyevski's Crime and Punishment, John Fowles' The Magus and Unica Zürns's The Man of Jasmine got me pretty hard on the feels.