Quotes from Rabindranath Tagore

It is our mission to face it and prove our humanity by dealing with it in the fullest truth.

I would have you come into the heart of the outer world and meet reality. Merely going on with your household duties, living your life in the world of household conventions and the drudgery of household tasks - you were not made for that! If we meet, and recognize each other, in the real world, then only will our love be true.

yet I also yearn for a little sheltered nook; like a bird with its tiny nest for a dwelling, and the vast sky for flight.

The literature of the new age seeks not to narrate a sequence of events, but to reveal the secrets of the heart.

Mitte üksnes poeesias, vaid ka üldse kogu kunstis peab kunstniku meel saavutama teatud eemalehoidmisastme - ainujuhtimine tuleb anda loojale inimese sees. Kui ainestik saab loomingust võitu on tagajärjeks sündmuse pelk koopia, mitte aga selle peegeldamine läbi kunstniku meele.

Mahendra's condition was like that of a greedy boy who watches in desperation as his powerful mentor chews upon a sugarcane stick until almost all its juice is exhausted. He could not bear to watch his youthful bride's sweetness being relentlessly wrung out of her by the pressures of housework.

How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time, Skipping from life to life, Changing from form to form. In the night, in the morning, All I received, I gave away In ever new gifts, In ever new songs. - Poem 8

At the onset of the rains, crops that have been shrivelled and yellowed by drought suddenly show a spurt in growth, shedding the effects of prolonged undernourishment. Casting off their feeble, drooping air, they raise their bright, shining heads unabashedly and confidently to claim their space amidst the fields of grain. So it was with Asha.

For a boy of fourteen his own home is the only Paradise. To live in a strange house with strange people is little short of torture, while the height of bliss is to receive the kind looks of women, and never to be slighted by them.

the forces of the human heart become entangled among the forces of the human automaton

Thou hast left thy memory as a flame to my lonely lamp of separation

often she has crippled her children's minds and narrowed their lives in order to fit them into her social forms;

As a calf nudges the cow's udder to stimulate the flow of milk and maternal love, so Mahendra's rage prodded Rajalakshmi into expressing her stifled maternal affection.

The Yogi dyes his garments with red: but if he knows naught of     that colour of love, what does it avail though his garments be     tinted?

Prens elbiseleriyle süslenen ve boynuna k?ymetli gerdanl?klar tak?lan çocuk oyundaki bütün neÅŸ'esini kaybeder. Onu y?rtmak veya tozland?rmak korkusuyla kendini dünyadan çeker ve hatta harekete geçmeye bile cesaret edemez.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, and the steps that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star.

YolculuÄŸum çok uzun sürdü, onun mesafesi de uzundur. ...Bu, senin en yak?n?na giden en uzak yoldur. Ve bu, bir ahengin son haddedeki basitliÄŸine götüren en kar???k bir sürükleyiÅŸtir. Yolcu, kendi kap?s?na gelene kadar bütün kap?lar? çalmal?d?r. Ve bir kimse, sonunda en içteki mihraba ulaÅŸmak için bütün d?? dünyalar? dolaÅŸmal?d?r.

so long as our individual desires are at conflict with the universal law, we suffer pain and are futile.

Why so impatient, my heart? He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects, He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb, Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth? Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him? You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why all your work is in vain.

In the open world, all is change, all is life, all is movement. And he whoever moves and journeys with this life movement, dancing and playing on his flute as he goes, he is the true Renouncer. He is the true disciple of the minstrel Poet.

My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.

The world is the ever-changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.

The world-flood has swept over our country

In love I pay my endless debt to you for what you are.