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Silence is a time of reflection to bring peace and meaning to your life, and to those around you. This deafening quiescence will mean different things to different people but if they listen carefully, they will understand... — Virginia Alison

Progression and achievement belong to those who have learned to use the opportunity of now. Our strides of today will determine our locations tomorrow. — Marvin J. Ashton

Dressed in new jeans, a light blue dress shirt and a red patterned tie, he stood at Heather's grave with his eyes closed. Although I didn't hear him, his lips were moving like he was praying. In the faint breeze, Mother Nature ran her fingers through his dark hair like I wanted to. He looked tall and strong, the way he used to, but somewhere along the way, without me, he'd stepped into the shoes of a man. And a part of me ached for those missing years. — Jordan Dane

He hadn't been intimate with her like this in over five years. Hell he hadn't been with any other women either. — Kacey Hammell

Old age diminishes our strength; it takes away our pleasures one after the other; it withers the soul as well as the body; it renders adventure and friendship difficult; and finally it is shadowed by thoughts of death. — Andre Maurois

Everyone experiences bouts of jealousy; but the dignified person conceals it, while the vulgar one acts upon it — Ibn Taymiyyah

I would not be a good mother. I mean, I love being an aunt to my niece and nephew. And I used to want to, like, adopt 10 kids - because I had friends who were adopted, and I thought that was the coolest thing, to be chosen. But again, my job is too selfish. — Kelly Clarkson

I refuse to act the way someone expects me to. — Madonna Ciccone

So here's something I know to be true, although it's a little corny, and I don't quite know what to do with it: — George Saunders

Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman. — Jean-Paul Sartre