By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. – Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. – Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore
The water in a vessel is sparkling the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear the great truth has great silence. – Rabindranath Tagore
I got this idea about being afraid to let go of something and being afraid of sinking into a state of almost anesthesia, where you have to trust other people. Just the paranoia of it all. And it seemed to suit the frenetic track. So I just wrote it out and, you know, said it. – Nick Rhodes