where streets have no name

We all have to find our own ways to say good-bye.

Love dances with joy in your smile.

My heart is like an apple-tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit

If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always be where you’ve always been.

...those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths...

Some say love, it is a river

That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger

An endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower

And you, its only seed

Three picture-drawn people came down from their frames,

And dumbly in lippings they told me their names,

Full well though I knew.

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.

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When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.

Sir Rabindranath Tagore