Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

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

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

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

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

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

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

It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.

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

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.

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

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

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

Inspiration follows aspiration.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

For man is by nature an artist.

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.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

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

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

Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.

The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

I believe in a spiritual world - not as anything separate from this world - but as its innermost truth. With the breath we draw we must always feel this truth, that we are living in God.

The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my child.

Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

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

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.