“Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?”

“What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?”

“What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.”

“Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".”

“Will,” Jem said. “For all these years I have tried to give you what you could not give yourself.”Will’s hands tightened on Jem’s, which were as thin as a bundle of twigs. “And what is that?”“Faith,” said Jem. “That you were better than you thought you were. Forgiveness, that you need not always punish yourself. I always loved you, Will, whatever you did. And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done with beating.”