196 ordspråk av Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore föddes den
May 6th 1861 och dog den 7 August
1941 - Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not
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These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
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Things are distinct not in their essence but in their appearance; in other words, in their relation to one to whom they appear. This is art, the truth of which is not in substance or logic, but in expression. Abstract truth may belong to science and
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This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.
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This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.
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Those institutions which are static in their nature raise walls of division; this is why, in the history of religions, priesthood has always maintained dissensions and hindered the freedom of man. But the principle of life unites, it deals with the v
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Those who draw their sustenance from science are blessed. It is for me to only derive an occasional pleasure. This is nothing worthy of conceit, but I am indeed touched by the joys. This book is an ode to such joys, a digest of my collections from various sources.
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Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
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Those who own much have much to fear
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Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
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To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
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To understand anything is to find in it something which is our own, and it is the discovery of ourselves outside us which makes us glad. This relation of understanding is partial, but the relation of love is complete. In love the sense of difference
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Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
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True modernism is freedom of mind, not slavery of taste. It is independence of thought and action, not tutelage under European schoolmasters. It is science but not its wrong application to life.
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Truth cannot afford to be tolerant where it faces positive evil.
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