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I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

Rabindranath Tagore

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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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Soul Woman Worth
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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Appearance Scare Stars
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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Feeling Myself Smile Wait Yourself
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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Dream Generosity Joy Life Myself Philosophy
Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Fear Moments Sing Voice
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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Deep Enough Moments Time
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
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Deep Myself Song
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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Darkness Greatness Sea Silence Truth Word
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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Dream Friendship Home Myself
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Dance Perfection
It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.
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Difficult Happiness Philosophy Simplicity
Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
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Born Children Learning Limitation Time
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
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Flower Gift God Hands Man Wait Win
I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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Flower Lost Morning Myself Stars
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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Age Life Myself True Love Yourself
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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Myself Silence Sun Thinking

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