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While God waits for his temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.
Rabindranath Tagore
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When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin
Rabindranath Tagore
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When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.
Rabindranath Tagore
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We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.
Rabindranath Tagore
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I have read in books that we are called 'caged birds'. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.
Rabindranath Tagore
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When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.
Rabindranath Tagore
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At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Rabindranath Tagore
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And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .
Rabindranath Tagore
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The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.
Rabindranath Tagore
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If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
Rabindranath Tagore
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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.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The more one lives alone on the river or in the open country, the clearer it becomes that nothing is more beautiful or great than to perform the ordinary duties of one's daily life simply and naturally.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
Rabindranath Tagore
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He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Rabindranath Tagore
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We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.
Rabindranath Tagore
