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Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Rabindranath Tagore

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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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End Home Spiritual Travel World
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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Education Existence Life Ourselves
Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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End Explanation Love Mystery
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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Freedom Love Philosophy Prison
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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Darkness Inspirational Myself Presence
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.
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Beautiful Love See
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
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Philosophy Reading World Wrong
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
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
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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Life Stars Sun Tears Yourself
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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Dance Life Light Time Yourself
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Dream Important Strange Wake Up
Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Fear Moments Sing Voice
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Dance Perfection
Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness
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Belief Darkness Deep Myself Stars
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance
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Friendship Worth
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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Carry Life Myself Nature Perspective Rain
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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Freedom Home Love Power Prison World Yourself
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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Beautiful Flower Herself Yourself
Music fills the infinite between two souls
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Music Soul
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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Appearance Scare Stars
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
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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Creation God Man Thinking Understand Woman
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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Earth Generosity Reward
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
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Music Oneself Poetry
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

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