“I went to bed without reading, instead staring out my window with the curtains drawn, wondering about boys. Why did they behave so oddly? One minute their teasing was relentless, and then bam! — they’d stun you with a thoughtful gesture. Either way, their actions made you want to cry. Maybe that was the intent.”

“Crying is one of the highest devotional songs. One who knows crying, knows spiritual practice. If you can cry with a pure heart, nothing else compares to such a prayer. Crying includes all the principles of Yoga.”

“Thank you Jonah.” He lowers his head at the break in my voice. I ignore the moisture in his eyes and pretend that mine don’t sting. “For what?” he whispers. ” For showing me that people can change. Even if it is one person out of a million.”

“Jawaban terbaik pada penghina dan pencela kehormatan: “Yang kaukatakan tadi sebenarnya adalah pujian; sebab aslinya diriku lebih mengerikan.”

“I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.”

“The tears are falling freely now, and I don’t care if he sees them. They’re tears of relief for my nephew, worry for my grandfather and my brother, and shame for my mistake. I figure I earned them.”

“When your people are lying dead around you, don’t come crying to me…”

“We cry from pain, from loss, and from loneliness, but mostly we cry because we still have hope, and because we can still find joy even on the darkest and coldest of winter nights.”

“And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.”

“I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.”

“I got out on the street and started crying the kind of hysterical tears made justifiable only by turning off one’s cell phone, putting it to the ear, and pretending to be told of a death in the family.”

“I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.”

“He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.”

“No – no – no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!”And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.”