196 ordspråk av Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore föddes den
6 mei 1861 och dog den 7 augustus
1941 - Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.
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So our daily worship of God is not really the process of gradual acquisition of him, but the daily process of surrendering ourselves, removing all obstacles to union and extending our consciousness of him in devotion and service, in goodness and in l
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Some have thought deeply and explored the meaning of thy truth, and they are great; I have listened to catch the music of thy play, and I am glad
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Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.
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That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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The best of us still have our aspirations for the supreme goals of life, which is so often mocked by prosperous people who now control the world. We still believe that the world has a deeper meaning than what is apparent, and that therein the human s
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The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air
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The burden of self is lightened when I laugh at myself.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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The child learns so easily because he has a natural gift, but adults, because they are tyrants, ignore natural gifts and say that children must learn through the same process that they learned by. We insist upon forced mental feeding and our lessons
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The current of the world has its boundaries, otherwise it could have no existence, but its purpose is not shown in the boundaries which restrain it, but in its movement, which is toward perfection. The wonder is not that there should be obstacles and
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The emancipation of our physical nature is in attaining health, of our social being in attaining goodness, and of our self in attaining love.
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The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
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The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
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The fountain of death makes the still waters of life play.
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