Quotes from Rabindranath Tagore

I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears.

When doctors give up, patients don't always die.

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. ?y?ma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, biha?ga! Don't wake my sleeping ?y?ma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun's too early fire.

In this world of human affairs there is no worse nuisance than a boy at the age of fourteen. He is neither ornamental nor useful. It is impossible to shower affection on him as on a little boy; and he is always getting in the way. If he talks with a childish lisp he is called a baby, and if he answers in a grown-up way he is called impertinent. In fact any talk at all from him is resented.

Le illusioni sono necessarie per le menti semplici, e la maggioranza delle persone è semplice. Ecco perché ovunque nel mondo abbiamo creato delle divinità. Gli uomini sono fin troppo consapevoli delle loro debolezze.

But when the physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect.

My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

Nowadays, I have a great many visitors. Everyone has come to know that I am here. I'd be happy to escape. Why didn't you hide me away in your doll's house?

It's not natural for members of a society to adopt a calm, rational stance towards a group of people who violate social restrictions to act in a contrary fashion in all matters. Society is bound to misunderstand them, ascribing perverse motives to their straightforward actions, viewing as evil whatever they regard as good. So it should be. It is one of the penalties to be paid for deliberately breaking social laws.

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

I am the boat, you are the sea, and also the boatman. Though you never make the shore, though you let me sink, why should I be foolish and afraid? Is reaching the shore a greater prize than losing myself with you? If you are only the haven, as they say, then what is the sea? Let it surge and toss me on its waves, I shall be content. I live in you whatever and however you appear. Save me or kill me as you wish, only never leave me in other hands.

In the evening after they have brought their cattle home, they sit on the grass before their huts to know that you are among them unseen, to repeat in their songs the name which they have fondly given you. While kings' crowns shine and disappear like falling stars, around village huts your name rises through the still night from the simple hearts of your lovers whose names are unrecorded.

The emptiness left by easy joys, untasted, is ever growing in my life. And the day may come when I shall feel that, could I but have the past back, I would strive no more after the unattainable, but drain to the full these little, unsought, everyday joys which life offers.

Our history is that of our social life and attainment of spiritual ideals.

If things did not move on and vanish, we should see no beauty anywhere. If youth had only the heat of movement, it would get parched and withered. But there is ever the hidden tear, which keeps it fresh. The cry of the world is not only "I have," but also "I give." In the first dawning light of creation, "I have" was wedded to "I give." If this bond of union were to snap, then everything would go to ruin.

their power till they are not only reasonably free from the tyranny of Nature and human neighbours, but have

What a strange tune is this, that comes out of the music of Spring. It seems like the tune of yellow leaves. Spring has stored up its tears in secret for us all this while. It was afraid we should not understand it, because we were so youthful. It wanted to beguile us with smiles. But we shall sleep our hearts tonight in the sadness of the other shore.

According to the Gita, the deeds that are done solely for the sake of self fetter our soul; the disinterested action, performed for the sake of the giving up of self, is the true sacrifice. For creation itself comes of the self-sacrifice of Brahma, which has no other purpose; and therefore, in our performance of the duty which is self-sacrificing, we realize the spirit of Brahma.

Iz mojih ?u misli nastojati uvek sve neistine da odagnam, znaju?i da si ti istina ta koja je svetlost razuma u mom umu zapalila. Iz mog ?u srca nastojati uvek svako zlo da proteram i moju ljubav u cvatu sa?uvam, znaju?i da sedište je tvoje u najskrivenijem hramu mog srca. I u mojim ?u delima nastojati tebe da otkrijem, znaju?i da tvoja je sila ta koja snagu mi daje da delam.

At the start of Creation There was a dark without origin, At the breaking of Creation There is fire without end...

But it is love, my beloved. Its pleasure and pain are boundless, and endless its wants and wealth. It is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know it.

The great ocean, crooning its lullaby with one unceasing melody, lapped the island to sleep with a thousand soft touches of its wave's white hands. The

You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side'', said the dewdrop to the lake.