Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
RABINDRANATH TAGORELove is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain.
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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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You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.
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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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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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Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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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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The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
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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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The biggest changes in a women’s nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition
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Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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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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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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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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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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