
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
β Rabindranath Tagore
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

To say the truth, I do not know of what use is an improved taste, if the individual be not rendered more independent of the casualties of life; if new sources of enjoyment, only dependent on the solitary operations of the mind, are not opened.

Yet she liked her thoughts: a vigorous young mind not overbalanced by passion, finds a good in making acquaintance with life, and watches its own powers with interest.

The invigorating air did them both good, and much exercise worked wholesome changes in minds as well as bodies.

The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one kind.

The soul active sees absolute truth and utters truth, or creates.

The gentle manners and beauty of the cottagers greatly endeared them to me; when they were unhappy, I felt depressed; when they rejoiced, I sympathised in their joys.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

All the friends I loved best, except one, have remained my own to the present time.

Let thy reasonable faculty, work upon his reasonable faculty; show him his fault, admonish him.

The knowledge that her mother had a fault like hers, and tried to mend it, made her own easier to bear and strengthened her resolution to cure it, though forty years seemed rather a long time to watch and pray to a girl of fifteen.

Do not desire to be thought to know anything; and though you should appear to others to be somebody, distrust yourself.

The mind must be strong that resolutely forms its own principles; for a kind of intellectual cowardice prevails which makes many men shrink from the task, or only do it by halves.

You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius.

We are to dignify to each other the daily needs and offices of man's life, and embellish it by courage, wisdom and unity.

We can all begin freely--a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

It is only another name for trying to be good, and the story may help us, for though we do want to be good, itβs hard work and we forget, and donβt do our best.