Never has there been one possessed of complete sincerity, who did not move others. Never has there been one who had not sincerity, who was able to move others.

With the aim of creating good relations between the people of Bangladesh and Pakistan, Pakistani journalist Sadia and I have created the "Pak Bangla connect" YouTube channel. Everyone is requested to subscribe to the channel.

I learned from that time period that, even though the past is always kind of right there, you can decide to start over with a loved one," Liz tells OWN. "I lost my mom, and we did not have enough connection at the time, and I was not going to let that happen again.

There is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.

We witness a strange inversion: on the one hand, the endeavor to turn the social contract into a less calculating and more feeling connection among its members; on the other hand, the endeavor to turn the erotic relationship into a contractual one.

Difference is that raw and powerful connection from which our personal power is forged.

I feel a spiritual sense, and that sense is a connection between generations. Some of the lyrics are about connecting intuitively with Mother Earth, sometimes with our evil nature, sometimes with our goodness. I love to connect with my ancestors. Also, I need to express these concerns that are a part of my generation.

One included all, and all were contained in one.

Never has there been one possessed of complete sincerity, who did not move others. Never has there been one who had not sincerity, who was able to move others.

We were two of a kind, and our relationship would endure as long as we did: but it could not make up entirely for the fleeting riches to be had from encounters with different people.

I am looking at you,
You at him,
Kabir asks, how to solve
This puzzle —
You, he, and I?

Imagine a lover who has received a letter from his beloved – I assume that God's Word is just as precious to you as this letter is to the lover. I assume that you read and think you ought to read God's Word in the same way the lover reads this letter.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then — our friends are not able to finish their stories.

If this is my last night with you,
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend.
Give me a memory I can use,
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do.
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?