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1 " Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. "
― Rabindranath Tagore , Fireflies: a collection of proverbs, aphorisms and maxims
2 " Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubtat being told that it is a fragmentawaiting perfection. "
3 " Open your door to that which must go, for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed. "
4 " The shore whispers to the sea: “Write to me what your waves struggle to say.” The sea writes in foam again and again and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair. "
5 " Let your love see me even through the barrier of nearness. "
6 " The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her; the sky asks nothing and leaves it free. "
7 " Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom. "
8 " When Death comes and whispers to me, “Your days are ended,” let me say to him, “I have lived in love and not in mere time.” He will ask, “Will your songs remain?” I shall say, “I know not, but this I know, that often when I sang I found my eternity. "
9 " I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him "
10 " Pride engraves his frowns in stones; love offers her surrender in flowers. "
11 " Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment’s whim. "
12 " My clouds, sorrowing in the dark,forget that they themselveshave hidden the sun. "
13 " The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music. "
14 " The blue of the sky longs for the earth’s green; the wind between them sighs, “Alas.” Day’s pain, muffled by its own glare, burns among stars in the night. "
15 " My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool’s buttonhole. "
16 " Like my heart’s pain that has long missed its meaning, the sun’s rays robed in dark hide themselves under the ground. Like my heart’s pain at love’s sudden touch, they change their veil at the spring’s call and come out in the carnival of colors, in flowers and leaves. "
17 " to justify their own spilling of inkthey spell the day as night "
18 " In its swelling prideThe bubble doubts the truth of the seaAnd laughs and bursts into emptiness "
19 " My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun. "
20 " The world is the ever-changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence. "
