Quotes from Rabindranath Tagore

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

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

The movement of life has to rest in its own music.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.

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

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.

Those who own much have much to fear.

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.

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

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps — does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

If you shut the door to all errors, truth will be shut out.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.