"Rabindranath Tagore"の名言

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single lane.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

The soil, in return for her service, keeps the tree tied to her; the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, And has time enough.

Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times... In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, It's ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man's days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours - And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

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.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.