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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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Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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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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Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
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The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.
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Danger Fear Inspirational Myself Prayer
I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things
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Carry Eyes Heart Myself Yourself
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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God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
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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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Flower Lost Morning Myself Stars
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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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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