Quote by Rabindranath Tagore
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore

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The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside. – Rabindranath Tagore

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I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on. – Rabindranath Tagore

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All women have a perception much more developed than men. So all women somehow, being repressed for so many millennia, they ended up by developing this sixth sense and contemplation and love. And this is something that we have a hard time to accept as part of our society. – Paulo Coelho

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To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world. – Author Unknown

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A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be. – Nicholas de Chamfort

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