Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left
whereby I am bound with thy will,
and thy purpose is carried out in my life
and that is the fetter of thy love.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.
The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don’t know that I Love You. (According to a website which I found in Google, it said that this is not the work of Tagore but was translated from a Chinese poem to English. Can anyone verify?)
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
I have become my own version of an optimist. 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.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
Those who own much have much to fear.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it. Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield but to my own strength. Let me not cave in.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.
The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don’t know that I Love You. (According to a website which I found in Google, it said that this is not the work of Tagore but was translated from a Chinese poem to English. Can anyone verify?)
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