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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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
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 need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.
You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
Love is simply the name for the desire and the pursuit of the whole.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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