My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.
- Rilke
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"   Into the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.   "
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via theperfumemaker)
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I rely on the warmth of your voice
to illuminate the dark. 

Carole Glasser Langille, from “When You’re Not Here and When You Are,” Late in a Slow Time (Mansfield Press, 2003)

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میرے ماتھے پہ ترے پیار کا ہاتھ
رُوح پر دست صبا ہو جیسے

Your loving hand on my forehead…
As if the breeze is caressing my soul

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 پروین شاکر (via honeyandelixir)