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“If seeds despaired in their darkest hours, they would never rise to enjoy their brightest days.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“The string of bright beads, he had told her, were to remind her of the twenty brightest days they had spent together, and a promise of twenty more, and then twenty more, infinitely. Even in old age she would be able to call to mind the sound of the word "infinitely", the music it made, coloured by the slight Irish accent in his mouth - a word that whether shouted, sung, or spoken, sounded always like a tender whisper.”
― Jane Urquhart