The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars. Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes by Rabindranath Tagore More Quotes From Rabindranath Tagore 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. Rabindranath Tagore shrinesdoorsworld The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart. Rabindranath Tagore past 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. Rabindranath Tagore spiritualbelieveworld Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. Rabindranath Tagore smilebeautyhappiness If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves. Rabindranath Tagore flowersongmorning The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel. Rabindranath Tagore sacrificeselfmen A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me. Rabindranath Tagore butterflynatureflower April, like a child, Rabindranath Tagore natureflowerchildren True deliverance of man is the deliverance from Avidya i.e. ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, for that cannot be possible, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth. Rabindranath Tagore ignorancerealgod For man is by nature an artist. Rabindranath Tagore natureartistmen I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. Rabindranath Tagore trackheartcountry The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs. Rabindranath Tagore painsoulsong Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict. Rabindranath Tagore unityconflictlove The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite. Rabindranath Tagore ladderslimitstragedy Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life. Rabindranath Tagore cuttinggeniusfighting The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth. Rabindranath Tagore godlyingson Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. Rabindranath Tagore everlastingvoicemoments Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved. Rabindranath Tagore remainssecretlove God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. Rabindranath Tagore flowergodmen Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way. Rabindranath Tagore starsflowerheart
