Quotes By Rabindranath Tagore

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind.

When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.

Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

Pessimism is a form of mental dipsomania; it disdains healthy nourishment, indulges in the strong drink of denunciation, and creates an artificial dejection which thirsts for a stronger draught.

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

If God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.