Khushboo

“To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them.”
― Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

“When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.”
― Hans Christian Andersen

“Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep—it can't be done abruptly.”
― Colm Tóibín

“For the one I love most lay sleeping by
me under the same cover in the cool night, In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his
face was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast - and that night I was happy”
― Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass