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.
Rabindranath TagoreRead
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Interpretation
Love transcends mere emotion and is the fundamental truth behind existence.
In this quote, Tagore asserts that love is not just a fleeting feeling, but the very essence of reality itself. He suggests that love is a deep, universal truth that underpins all of creation, emphasizing its significance and power in shaping our lives and the world around us.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony to emphasize the importance of love in marriage.
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If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
I will never hurt you. I will always help you. If you are hungry Ill give you my food. If you are frightened I am your friend. I love you now. And love does not end.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
The love of God is not created- it is His nature.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
For me the only things of interests are those linked to the heart
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