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By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in the universe, over and above the meaning of matter and forces, there is a message conveyed through the magic touch of personality. ... Is it merely because the rose is round and pink that it gives me more satisfaction than the gold which could buy me the necessities of life, or any number of slaves. ... Somehow we feel that through a rose the language of love reached our hearts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

April, like a child, Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, Wipes them away and forgets.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

We cannot see Beauty till we let go our hold of it. It was Buddha who conquered the world, not Alexander - this is untrue when stated in dry prose - oh when shall we be able to sing it? When shall all these most intimate truths of the universe overflow the pages of printed books and leap out in a sacred stream like the Ganges from the Gangotrie?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

But now, where the spirit of the Western nationalism prevails, the whole people is being taught from boyhood to foster hatreds and ambitions by all kinds of means—by the manufacture of half-truths and untruths in history, by persistent misrepresentation of other races and the culture of unfavourable sentiments towards them, by setting up memorials of events, very often false, which for the sake of humanity should be speedily forgotten, thus continually brewing evil menace towards neighbours and nations other than their own. This is poisoning the very fountainhead of humanity. It is discrediting the ideals, which were born of the lives of men who were our greatest and best. It is holding up gigantic selfishness as the one universal religion for all nations of the world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

If life's journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a palace which has no end, but which we have reached. By exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

When we accept any discipline for ourselves, we try to avoid everything except that which is necessary for our purpose; it is this purposefulness, which belongs to the adult mind, that we force upon school children. We say, "Never keep your mind aler.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The water vessel, taken as a vessel only, raises the question, "Why does it exist at all?" Through its fitness of construction, it offers the apology for its existence. But where it is a work of beauty it has no question to answer; it has nothing to do, but to be.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Those who draw their sustenance from science are blessed. It is for me to only derive an occasional pleasure. This is nothing worthy of conceit, but I am indeed touched by the joys. This book is an ode to such joys, a digest of my collections from various sources.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

If God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The child learns so easily because he has a natural gift, but adults, because they are tyrants, ignore natural gifts and say that children must learn through the same process that they learned by. We insist upon forced mental feeding and our lessons

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

... let us unite, not in spite of our differences, but through them. For differences can never be wiped away, and life would be so much the poorer without them. Let all human races keep their own personalities, and yet come together, not in a uniformity that is dead, but in a unity that is living.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

To understand anything is to find in it something which is our own, and it is the discovery of ourselves outside us which makes us glad. This relation of understanding is partial, but the relation of love is complete. In love the sense of difference is obliterated and the human soul fulfils its purpose in perfection, transcending the limits of itself and reaching across the threshold of the infinite. Therefore love is the highest bliss that man can attain to, for through it alone he truly knows that he is more than himself, and that he is at one with the All.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Age considers; youth ventures.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the Universal Being; Truth the perfect comprehension of the Universal Mind.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

To thee, to thee, my fire! Thou hast been burning in my heart all these futile years. If my life were a piece of gold it would come out of its trial brighter, but it is a trodden turf of grass, and nothing remains of it but this handful of ashes.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

It was the Kojagar full moon, and I was slowly pacing the riverside conversing with myself. It could hardly be called a conversation, as I was doing all the talking and my imaginary companion all the listening. The poor fellow had no chance of speaking up for himself, for was not mine the power to compel him helplessly to answer like a fool? But what a night it was! How often have I tried to write of such, but never got it done! There was not a line of ripple on the river; and from away over there, where the farthest shore of the distant main stream is seen beyond the other edge of the midway belt of sand, right up to this shore, glimmers a broad band of moonlight. Not a human being, not a boat in sight; not a tree, nor blade of grass on the fresh-formed island sand-bank. It seemed as though a desolate moon was rising upon a devastated earth; a random river wandering through a lifeless solitude; a long-drawn fairy-tale coming to a close over a deserted world,—all the kings and the princesses, their ministers and friends and their golden castles vanished, leaving the Seven Seas and Thirteen Rivers and the Unending Moor, over which the adventurous princes fared forth, wanly gleaming in the pale moonlight. I was pacing up and down like the last pulse-beats of this dying world. Every one else seemed to be on the opposite shore—the shore of life—where the British Government and the Nineteenth Century hold sway, and tea and cigarettes.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rabindranath Tagore

Clever lies become matters of self-congratulation. Solemn pledges become a farce—laughable for their very solemnity. The Nation, with all its paraphernalia of power and prosperity, its flags and pious hymns, its blasphemous prayers in the churches, and the literary mock thunders of its patriotic bragging, cannot hide the fact that the Nation is the greatest evil for the Nation, that all its precautions are against it, and any new birth of its fellow in the world is always followed in its mind by the dread of a new peril.