Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

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.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

Age considers; youth ventures.

The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition

TRUTH in her dress finds facts too tight.

In fiction she moves with ease.

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

The small wisdom is like water in a glass:
clear, transparent, pure.
The great wisdom is like the water in the sea:
dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

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.

Children are living beings - more living than grown-up people who have built shells of habit around themselves. Therefore it is absolutely necessary for their mental health and development that they should not have mere schools for their lessons, but a world whose guiding spirit is personal love.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

The man whose acquaintance with the world does not lead him deeper than science leads him, will never understand what it is that the man with the spiritual vision finds in these natural phenomena.

The stone will melt in tears,
because I can’t remain closed to you forever.
I can’t escape without being conquered.
From the blue sky an eye will gaze down,
to summon me in silence.
I will receive death utterly at your feet.

If only they let me, I'll go right into the dense forest where you can't find your way. And where the honey-sipping hummingbird rocks himself on the end of the thinnest branch, I will flower out as a champa.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings - and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

But when 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.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

It was always the poor grass that suffered most when two kings went to war.

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

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gates open.

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free.
But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broked up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;...
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;...
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

The song being great in its own wealth, why should it wait upon the words? Rather does it begin where mere words fail. Its power lies in the region of the inexpressible; it tells us what the words cannot.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

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