The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. — Rabindranath Tagore
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own. — Rabindranath Tagore
The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars. — Rabindranath Tagore
The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken. — Rabindranath Tagore