The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
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It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life is a continuous cycle of beauty and joy emerging from the challenges and struggles of existence.
This quote by Rabindranath Tagore reflects the idea that life, despite its difficulties and the metaphorical 'dust of the earth', blossoms into beauty and joy, symbolized by the 'numberless waves of flower'. It emphasizes the resilience of life and how beauty can arise even from harsh conditions, illustrating the interconnectedness of struggle and joy in our existence.
Themes
LifeJoyBeautyNatureResilience
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect to use during a graduation speech to encourage students about the journey of life.
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