Hai cercato la traduzione di think bigger than i da Inglese a Tamil

let your faith be bigger than your fear
अपने विश्वास को अपने भय से बड़ा होने दो

you are more than i deserve
நான் தகுதியானதை விட அதிகம்

i have less to say than i thought
मेरे पास कहने के लिए कम है जितना हमने सोचा था

perhaps i am stronger than i think
शायद मैं जितना सोचता हूं उससे कहीं ज्यादा मजबूत हूं

no one is ever gonna love you more than i do
no one is ever gonna love u like

i love more than i have ever found a way to say to you
நான் உங்களிடம் சொல்ல ஒரு வழியைக் கண்டுபிடித்ததை விட அதிகம்

most people are more upbeat and dynamic than i generally am.
நான் எதிர்மறையாக எதையும் சொல்வதில்லை

i trust you more than i will ever show . i love you more than you will ever know
நீங்கள் எப்போதும் அறிந்திருப்பதை விட நான் உன்னை நேசிக்கிறேன் என்பதைக் காண்பிப்பதை விட நான் உன்னை அதிகம் நம்புகிறேன்

i swear i couldn't love you more than i do right now, yet i know i will tomorrow
मैं कसम खाता हूँ कि मैं तुमसे प्यार नहीं कर सकता

my brother aaron is more eloquent than i am. send him with me to support me and back me up. for i fear that they will reject me."
இன்னும்; "என் சகோதரர் ஹாரூன் - அவர் என்னை விடப் பேச்சில் மிக்க தெளிவானவர்; ஆகவே என்னுடன் உதவியாய் நீ அவரை அனுப்பி வைப்பாயாக! என்னை அவர் மெய்ப்பிப்பார். நிச்சயமாக, அவர்கள் என்னைப் பொய்ப்பிப்பார்கள் என்று நான் பயப்படுகிறேன்" (என்றுங் கூறினார்).

my brother aaron is more eloquent in speech than i: so send him with me as a helper to confirm my truthfulness for i fear that they will reject me as a liar."
இன்னும்; "என் சகோதரர் ஹாரூன் - அவர் என்னை விடப் பேச்சில் மிக்க தெளிவானவர்; ஆகவே என்னுடன் உதவியாய் நீ அவரை அனுப்பி வைப்பாயாக! என்னை அவர் மெய்ப்பிப்பார். நிச்சயமாக, அவர்கள் என்னைப் பொய்ப்பிப்பார்கள் என்று நான் பயப்படுகிறேன்" (என்றுங் கூறினார்).

and my brother, haroun, he is more eloquent of tongue than i, therefore send him with me as an aider, verifying me: surely i fear that they would reject me.
இன்னும்; "என் சகோதரர் ஹாரூன் - அவர் என்னை விடப் பேச்சில் மிக்க தெளிவானவர்; ஆகவே என்னுடன் உதவியாய் நீ அவரை அனுப்பி வைப்பாயாக! என்னை அவர் மெய்ப்பிப்பார். நிச்சயமாக, அவர்கள் என்னைப் பொய்ப்பிப்பார்கள் என்று நான் பயப்படுகிறேன்" (என்றுங் கூறினார்).

aaron my brother has a more eloquent tongue than i, (please) send him with me as a helper to confirm i speak truly, i fear that they will belie me'
இன்னும்; "என் சகோதரர் ஹாரூன் - அவர் என்னை விடப் பேச்சில் மிக்க தெளிவானவர்; ஆகவே என்னுடன் உதவியாய் நீ அவரை அனுப்பி வைப்பாயாக! என்னை அவர் மெய்ப்பிப்பார். நிச்சயமாக, அவர்கள் என்னைப் பொய்ப்பிப்பார்கள் என்று நான் பயப்படுகிறேன்" (என்றுங் கூறினார்).

i'm doing nothingi had been staying with a friend of mine, an artist and delightfully lazy fellow, at his cottage among the yorkshire fells, some ten miles from a railway-station; and as we had been fortunate enough to encounter a sudden spell of really warm weather, day after day we had set off in the morning, taken the nearest moorland track, climbed leisurely until we had reached somewhere about two thousand feet above sea-level, and had then spent long golden afternoon lying flat on our backs – doing nothing. there is no better lounging place than a moor. it is a kind of clean bare antechamber to heaven. beneath its apparent monotony that offers no immediate excitement, no absorbing drama of sound and colour, there is subtle variety in its slowly changing patterns of cloud and shadow and tinted horizons, sufficient to keep up a flicker of interest in the mind all day. with its velvety patches, no bigger than a drawing-room carpet, of fine moorland grass, its surfaces invite repose. its remoteness, its permanence, its old and sprawling indifference to man and his concerns, rest and cleanse the mind. all the noises of the world are drowned in the one monotonous cry of the curlew. day after day, then, found us full-stretched upon the moor, looking up at the sky or gazing dreamily at the distant horizon. it is not strictly true, of course, to say that we did absolutely nothing, for we smoked great quantities of tobacco, ate sandwiches and little sticks of chocolate, drank from the cold bubbling streams that spring up from nowhere, gurgle for a few score yards, then disappear again. occasionally we exchanged a remark to two. but we probably came as close to doing nothing as it is possible for two members of our race. we made nothing, not even any plans; not a single idea entered our heads; we did not even indulge in that genial boasting which is the usual pastime of two friendly males in conference. somewhere, far away, our friends and relatives were humming and bustling, shaping and contriving, planning, disputing, getting, spending; but we were gods, solidly occupied in doing nothing, our minds immaculate vacancies. but when our little hour of idling was done and we descended for the last time, as flushed as sunsets, we came down into this world of men and newspaper owners only to discover that we had just been denounced by mr gordon selfridge. when and where he had been denouncing us i do not know. nor do i know what hilarious company had invited and received his conferences. strange things happen at this season, when the unfamiliar sun ripens our eccentricities. it was only last year or the year before that some enterprising person who had organized a conducted tour to the continental arranged, as bait for the more intellectual holiday-makers, that a series if lectures should be given to the party by eminent authors at various places en route. the happy tourists set out, and their conductor was as good as his word, for behold – at the very first stopping-place dean inge gave them an address on the modern love of pleasure. but whether mr selfridge had been addressing a crowd of holiday-makers or a solemn conference of emporium owners, i do not know, but i do know that he said that he hated laziness more than anything else and held it the greatest of sins. i believe too that he delivered some judgment on persons who waste time, but i have forgotten his reasons and instances and, to be frank, would count it a disgraceful waste of time to discover again what they were. mr selfridge did not mention us by name, but it is hardly possible to doubt that he had us in mind throughout his attack on idleness. perhaps he had had a frantic vision of the pair of us lying flat on our backs on the moor, wasting time royally while the world’s work waited to be done, and, incidentally, to be afterwards bought and sold in mr selfridge’s store. i hope he had, for the sight should have done him good; we are a pleasing spectacle at any time, but when we are doing nothing it would do any man’s heart good to see us, even in the most fragmentary and baffling vision.
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