Poetry is the story of your life set to verse.
Source: Mr. Prophet speaks
Contributed by: Mr.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Contributed by: Rahul
The Second Temple was destroyed because of causeless hatred. Perhaps the Third will be rebuilt because of causeless love.
Rav Abraham Isaac Kook
Source: As cited in "Jewish Wisdom" by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin.
Contributed by: Andi
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