Excerpts II
Book name: The collection of Tagore's Poems
《Stray Birds》
-If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
-I cannot choose the best.
 The best chooses me.
 They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
 That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
-You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
-The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
-Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
-Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
-Man barricades against himself.
-This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
-I think of others ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel freedom of passing away.
-Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
-The touch of nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
-That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
-I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart─I cannot see them.
-Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
-Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.
 Let the world find its way to you.
 The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth─ "Your freedom is mine."
-Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.