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I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.
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In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
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When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element
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The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
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When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.
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This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
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Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
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If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.
Rabindranath Tagore
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My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
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Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.
Rabindranath Tagore -
Jewel-Like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of the moment.
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The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing, But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
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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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Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
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O Woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their own hearts … You are one-half woman and one-half dream.
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Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
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When sorrow is deepest...then the surface crust is pierced, and consolation wells up, and all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. Thus great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.
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Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!
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Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
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YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.
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Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
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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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Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
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The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps - does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
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