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Apologizing is different from begging, it doesn't change your status, go ahead and get on your knees, spill tears if you got it, for the person you offended, if at all you had a place in their hearts, you'll be totally forgiven and accepted.

Do you believe in God, Evan?___ure I do.___ don__. I mean, I don__ know. I did before the Others came. Or thought I did, when I thought about it at all. And then they came and_ I have to stop for a second to collect myself. __aybe there__ a God. Sammy thinks there is. But he also thinks there__ a Santa Claus. Still, every night I said his prayer with him, and it didn__ have anything to do with me. It was about Sammy and what he believed, and if you could have seen him take that fake soldier__ hand and follow him onto that bus____ losing it, and it doesn__ matter to me much. Crying is always easier in the dark. Suddenly my cold hand is blanketed by Evan__ warmer one, and his palm is as soft and smooth as the pillowcase beneath my cheek.__t kills me,_ I sob. __he way he trusted. Like the way we trusted before they came and blew the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the street, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino! Trusted_

Pray without ceasing, say all you can to God and lay all your difficulties before him. He__l take away your tears and make a way where there seems to be none. Wake up and do it!

I regret all the prayers that do not shed tears.

Every shed tears is a prayer.

The Lord has heard your cries. He will help you.

One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle of gin sitting huddled over the two-bar electric fire and wrote a poem, one of the few that has lasted through the moves and the years. It is called 'Where Can I Go?'If this is not the place where tears are understood where do I go to cry? If this is not the place where my spirits can take wing where do I go to fly?If this is not the place where my feelings can be heard where do I go to speak? If this is not the place where you__l accept me as I am where can I go to be me? If this is not the place where I can try and learn and grow where can I go to laugh and cry?

What happens is my mind starts to go in circles, thinking and thinking, and then I can't sleep. And once a couple of days go by, if you haven't slept, you start to get sick. You can't eat. You start to cry. It just feeds on itself.

Don__ underestimate your tears. They have the power to strengthen your commitment to your life__ purpose and to direct you towards your goal. So, when you cry because of the people who mock or taunt you, be positive and make promises with yourself that you will prove them wrong.

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I cry and wonderhow I'm going to fall asleepbecause sleeping means wakingand going through all this again

Words. Just little black marks on paper. Just sounds in the empty air. But think of the power they have! They can make you laugh or cry, love or hate, fight or run away. They can heal or hurt. They even come to look and sound like what they mean. Angry looks angry on the page. Ugly sounds ugly when you say it.

I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the sound:I want to feel the darknessof the cry. I wantwords as roughas virgin rocks._ - Verb.

Every human being on earth is the same and our very being is crying out for same need.

Sleep!May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything's fine, normal, at home.Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there's light, hope and a new home.Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep.

Things you crave for won't come if you cry, but when you craft and create. Creativity digs up the buried gold.

Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't.And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall?You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today.

Never cry for the same person twice.