Rabindranath Tagore: Trending quotes (page 5)

“The greed for fruit misses the flower.”

“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.”

“Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.”

“I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things”

“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”

“Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.”

“Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.”

“Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.”

“Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance”

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

“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.”

“My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.”

“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.”

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

“Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love”

“Age considers; youth ventures.”

“The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.”

“My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.”

“The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…”