Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights. Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes by Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes From Rabindranath Tagore Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Rabindranath Tagore deliveranceembracedelight With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more. Rabindranath Tagore beggingbeing-truelittles Whatever we understand and enjoy in human products instantly becomes ours, wherever they might have their origin... Let me feel with unalloyed gladness that all the great glories of man are mine. Rabindranath Tagore glorymightmen The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one. Rabindranath Tagore mysteryinfinitemade Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs. Rabindranath Tagore runninglaughingchildren If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out. Rabindranath Tagore truthmotivationalinspirational Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord. Rabindranath Tagore drunkjoyart My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend? Rabindranath Tagore sleeplyingart 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. Rabindranath Tagore donelisteningbeach Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us. Rabindranath Tagore passing-onmindjoy Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down Rabindranath Tagore birthfeetdoe When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. Rabindranath Tagore parting-wordsparting The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music. Rabindranath Tagore musiccolorsoul Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. Rabindranath Tagore strangerbrothermade Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love. Rabindranath Tagore prayerrootsheart Children who are decked with prince's robes and who have jeweled chains round their necks lose all pleasure in play; their dress hampers them at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust, they keep themselves from the world and are afraid ever to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life. Rabindranath Tagore motherchildrenmoving Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises. Rabindranath Tagore fogtonguedawn I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it. Rabindranath Tagore curseworshipcountry Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream. Rabindranath Tagore beloveddreamhouse The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time. Rabindranath Tagore taj-mahaltearsrivers
