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“Passing Breeze"

Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart—-this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.

The morning light has flooded my eyes—-this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
― John Banville, The Sea

“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”
― Oscar Wilde

“How to Write a Poem

Catch the air
around the butterfly.”
― Katerina Stoykova Klemer, The Air Around the Butterfly / Въздухът около пеперудата

“I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

“Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.”
― Ghalib

“Again, my mind drifts to your street! But I remind myself that that is where my heart was lost. . What utterly abandoned land this is! The desert makes me think about my house. .”
― (Mirza Asadullah Khan) Ghalib, Ghazals of Ghalib

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action -
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

“The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart . . .”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“The town was paper, but the memories were not.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

“Stories happen only to those who are able to tell them, someone once said. In the same way, perhaps, experiences present themselves only to those who are able to have them.”
― Paul Auster, The Locked Room

“Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.”
― Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven

“if you find one true friend in your life, you're richer than most. If that one true friend is your husband, you're blessed."

She paused. "And if that one true friend is your sister, don't feel bad. At least, she can't divorce you.”
― Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven

“Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.”
― Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven

“Sully: I never said good-bye
Giselle: Such a needless word when you love somebody”
― Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven

“Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.”
― Mitch Albom, First Phone Call from Heaven

“But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there.

The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.”
― Ruskin Bond, Rusty: The Boy from the Hill

“Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships”
― Ruskin Bond, Ruskin Bond's Book Of Nature

“Yesterday, I was sad, tomorrow i may be sad again, but today i know that i am happy. I want to live on and on, delighting like a pagan in all that is physical; and i know that this one lifetime, however long, cannot satisfy my heart.”
― Ruskin Bond, Delhi Is Not Far

“And when all the wars are done, a butterfly will still be beautiful.”
― Ruskin Bond, The Best of Ruskin Bond

“Out of the city and over the hill,
Into the spaces where Time stands still,
Under the tall trees, touching old wood,
Taking the way where warriors once stood;
Crossing the little bridge, losing my way,
But finding a friendly place where I can stay.
Those were the days, friend, when we were strong
And strode down the road to an old marching song
When the dew on the grass was fresh every morn,
And we woke to the call of the ring-dove at dawn.
The years have gone by, and sometimes I falter,
But still I set out for a stroll or a saunter,
For the wind is as fresh as it was in my youth,
And the peach and the pear, still the sweetest of fruit,
So cast away care and come roaming with me,
Where the grass is still green and the air is still free.”
― Ruskin Bond

“When we are young, we can put up with a great deal of discomfort in order to follow a dream. If, after thirty-five years, I’m still doing my own thing, it’s because I haven’t forgotten the dream. Let no man take your dream away. It will sustain you to the end.”
― Ruskin Bond, Room On The Roof; Vagrants In The Valley

“Everyone says she’s mad.’
‘How do they know?’ I asked.
‘Because she’s different from other people, I suppose.’
‘Is that being mad?’
‘No. Not really, I suppose madness is not seeing things as others see them.”
― Ruskin Bond, Best Of Ruskin Bond

“She was always ready with her smile, and would willingly have lent it to anyone who was feeling unhappy.”
― Ruskin Bond, The Blue Umbrella

“On the open road we are all brothers.”
― Ruskin Bond, Roads to Mussoorie