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More quotes from Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
- Gitanjali
He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gates
open
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because
dawn has come.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will
prevent you from seeing the stars.
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent;
We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
- Gardener
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My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
- Gardener
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a
leaf.
- Gardener
. . . The wise man warns me that life is but a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.
- Gardener
When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the
heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its
wonders.
- Gitanjali
God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow
space of a single land.
- Jivan-smitri
Love gives beauty to everything it touches. Not greed and utility; they produce offices, but not dwelling houses. To be able to love material things, to clothe them with tender grace, and yet not be attached to them, this is a great service. Providence expects that we should make this world our own, and not live in it as though it were a rented tenement. We can only make it our own through some service, and that service is to lend it love and beauty from our soul. Your own experience shows you the difference between the beautiful, the tender, the hospitable, and the mechanically neat and monotonously useful.
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Want of love is a degree of callousness; for love is the perfection of consciousness. We do not love because we do not comprehend, or rather we do not comprehend because we do not love. For love is the ultimate meaning of everything around us. It is not a mere sentiment; it is truth; it is the joy that is at the root of all creation.
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
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