The following are from the poems of Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
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* The most distant way in the world is not the way from birth to the end. It is when I sit near you that you don't understand I love you.
* Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
* The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
* I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
* Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not.
* By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
* If it were only a moment of pleasure, it would flower in an easy smile, and you ould see it and read it in a moment. If it were merely a pain, it would melt in limpid tears, reflecting its inmost secret without a word.
* Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
* Eyes are raining for her, heart is holding an umbrella for her, this is love.
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* My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
* Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air.
* We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
* That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
* It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
* You smiled and talked nothing of me and for this I had been waiting long.
* That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
* Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
* Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
* Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
* Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
* The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
* By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
* The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
* There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
* The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. the tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
* He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
* The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return songs.
* Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
* Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.