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.
RABINDRANATH TAGOREReach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.
More Rabindranath Tagore Quotes
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Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance
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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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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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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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If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
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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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I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.
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The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
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Music fills the infinite between two souls
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Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.
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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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Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
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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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