The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses deep love and devotion, comparing the beloved's eyes to a vast sky filled with beauty and freedom.
In this quote, Rabindranath Tagore beautifully conveys the profound emotional connection between love and the feelings of freedom and expansiveness it brings. The imagery of the heart as a bird implies a sense of liberation and the beloved's eyes as a boundless sky suggests that true love provides a safe haven where one can fully express oneself. It captures the essence of longing and delight in the presence of a loved one, highlighting the transformative power of love in one's life.
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Example use cases
This quote is perfect for a wedding speech where love and commitment are celebrated.
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