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"Silence is a magical sleep where you find the solutions in your dreams!"
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Personal Development
"Silence is more than observation, it informs from non-observation."
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Personal Development
"Once out from it, never made a sound. Without sound, you never know who dies and who know so you dare?"
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Personal Development
"And the silence comes... all people keep silence just to hear the story..."
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Personal Development
"Think and keep quiet among those you don't trust."
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Personal Development
"Silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel."
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Personal Development
"Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
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Personal Development
"Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings."
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Personal Development
"Let silence be your guide, and it will reveal all answers."
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Personal Development
"Nico didn't respond. He'd never had anyone talk to him this openly before, except maybe for Hazel. He felt like he was watching a flock of birds settle on a field. One loud sound might startle them away."
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"You always do good ones. We trust you, Mr. Duke," Says Dylan. Foolish lads, thinks Felix: never trust a professional ham."
Humor
"With shrunken fingerswe ate our oranges and bread,shivering in the parked car;though we know we had neverbeen there before,we knew we had been there before."
Love
"We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young."
Morality
"Never pray for justice, because you might get some."
Justice
"A bachelor, a studio, those were the names for that kind of apartment. Separate entrance it would say in the ads, and that meant you could have sex, unobserved."
Lifestyle
"Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made."
Reflection
"From under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won't let go."
Reflection
"I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it."
Life
"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
Memory
"It can't last forever. Others have thought such things, in bad times before this, and they were always right, they did get out one way or another, and it didn't last forever. Although for them it may have lasted all the forever they had."
Resilience
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