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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our own selves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in perfect union.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and there
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Age considers; youth ventures.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
All that is not given is lost.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To find in the left one Its consolation.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
April, like a child, Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, Wipes them away and forgets.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself. A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame. The teacher who has come to the end of his subject, who has no living traffic with his knowledge but merely repeats his lesson to his students, can only load their minds, he cannot quicken them.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thout keepst me free. Lest I forgot them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Children are living beings - more living than grown-up people who have built shells of habit around themselves. Therefore it is absolutely necessary for their mental health and development that they should not have mere schools for their lessons, but a world whose guiding spirit is personal love.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Children who are decked with prince's robes and who have jeweled chains round their necks lose all pleasure in play; their dress hampers them at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust, they keep themselves from the world and are afraid ever to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
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.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Discipline divorced from wisdom is not true discipline, but merely the meaningless following of custom, which is only a disguise for stupidity.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Dreams can never be made captive.
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By AnonymRabindranath Tagore
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
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