Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes by Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes From Rabindranath Tagore By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root. Rabindranath Tagore rootsmenenemy The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy. Rabindranath Tagore perfectjoyideas He alone may chastise who loves. Rabindranath Tagore may I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung. Rabindranath Tagore instrumentsprocrastinationsong when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you. Rabindranath Tagore cryjoyworld Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization. Rabindranath Tagore selfadventurelife 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. Rabindranath Tagore twiststablesmoving O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music. Rabindranath Tagore flutessimplefeet Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure. Rabindranath Tagore leisurededicationfaces Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love. Rabindranath Tagore wealthclaimsworld Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Rabindranath Tagore funeralerrorsmistake Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way. Rabindranath Tagore painsongbeautiful 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. Rabindranath Tagore seawingsmen 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. Rabindranath Tagore mindheartbook A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore. Rabindranath Tagore dreamsongyears Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come. Rabindranath Tagore flameshumorousdeath We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony. Rabindranath Tagore sweetbeautymen O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe in the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again Rabindranath Tagore heartbelievefall Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us. Rabindranath Tagore neighborhoodmistake Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Rabindranath Tagore deliveranceembracedelight
