Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth, where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection. Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit. Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action. In to that heaven of freedom, my father, LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE!

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

We live in the world when we love it.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

Age considers; youth ventures.

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.

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

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.

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones — the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

If you shut the door to all errors, truth will be shut out.

Never be afraid of the moments—thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Facts are many, but the truth is one.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

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

He alone may chastise who loves.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

God seeks comrades and claims love, The devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.

Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.

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.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. 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. It is death which is m

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

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

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. Don't let yourself indulge in vain wishes.

God respects me when I work, but He loves me when I sing.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Night's darkness is the bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.