Quotes By Rabindranath Tagore

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

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.

Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects in the school syllabus. It is the truth of our complete being, the consciousness of our personal relationship with the infinite.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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

Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

The newer people of this modern age are more eager to amass than to realize.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.