The moment you realize your eyes hurt not because of rubbing them, but because of the tears you wasted, on him.

I went in at halftime and you could just tell he was hurt. He had tears in his eyes because he loves the game so much. To go down like that and know that you might not be able to play, it hurts.

My heart may look ok on the outside but it is 100% broken on the inside and I will never let him see what he does to me.

We do not cry forever. Much as we were when we were once born. We cry because we need to know and feel that we are alive... That we are human... That we love and hurt.

I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to kill you.

I never heard weeping like that before or after; not from a child, nor a man wounded in the palm, nor a tortured man, nor a girl dragged off to slavery from a taken city. If you heard the woman you most hate in the world weep so, you would go to comfort her. You would fight your way through fire and spears to reach her. And I knew who wept, and what had been done to her, and who had done it.