Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.
RABINDRANATH TAGOREI seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house – do not pass by like a dream.
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Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.
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If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
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Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
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The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
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He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
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Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.
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Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
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I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
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I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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