"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe in the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again"
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore (1991). “Selected short stories”, Penguin Classics
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