“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?”

Source: City of Glass

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“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?”

Variant: 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?
Source: City of Glass

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