Quotes from Tagore Rabindranath

The greed for fruit misses the flower.

If he is weak enough to grow smaller to fit himself to his covering, then it becomes a process of gradual suicide by shrinkage of the soul.

Stray birds of the summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words . . .

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut; but I find that yet there is time.

Death, you are no different to me than my lover with cloud-coloured skin, and your hair a mass of dark cloud, your hands like blood-red lotus, and your lips the colour of blood.

Ne vem, iz kakšnega daljnega ?asa mi prihajaš ?edalje bolj naproti. Tvoje sonce in zvezde te ne morejo za zmeraj skriti pred menoj. Marsikakšno jutro in ve?er je bilo slišati tvoje stopnje in tvoj sel je prišel v moje srce in me skrivaj poklical. Ne vem, zakaj je danes moje življenje tako nemirno in mi srce prešinja ob?utek trepetajo?ega veselja. Kakor da prihaja ?as, ko naj kon?am svoje delo, in v zraku ?utim rahel duh tvoje blage navzo?nosti.