Musings from Stray Birds

I finished reading Tagore's "Stray Birds".  It has 326 musings. I am listing what I liked.

8:  Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
10:  Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
18:  What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
 23: 
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" 
"I am a mere flower."

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 33: 
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
37: 
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

42: 
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

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43: 
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
 84: 
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
87: 
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
88:
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake. 

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109: 
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
114:  
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
124:  
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."

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131: 
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,—I cannot see them
148:  
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
167: 
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.


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 223: 
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
234: 
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
263: 
This sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.


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273: 
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
316: 
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
326: 
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

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