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 TAGOREDon’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
More Rabindranath Tagore Quotes
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I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
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when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.
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Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God’s own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.
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Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.
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Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
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The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.
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Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
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Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Patriotism cannot be our final spiritual shelter; my refuge is humanity. I will not buy glass for the price of diamonds, and I will never allow patriotism to triumph over humanity as long as I live.
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Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness
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Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance
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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
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