The greed for fruit misses the flower.
In Indian music, it is not possible to build anything other than the raga basis. We can run away from its fetters, but not from its main outline.
My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it's for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won't ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.
If my heart is breaking – let it break! That will not make the world bankrupt – nor even me; for man is so much greater than what he loses in this life.
The winds of grace are blowing all the time, but it is you that must raise your sails.
The fact is, those who are like everyone else arouse no hatred unless there is a reason. But when a resplendent inner self pierces the grossness that envelops it, some, quite irrationally, extend it heartfelt adoration; others, just as irrationally, try heart and soul to insult it.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
My husband would not give me an opportunity for worship. That was his greatness. They are cowards who claim absolute devotion from their wives as their right; that is a humiliation for both.
The man whose acquaintance with the world does not lead him deeper than science leads him, will never understand what it is that the man with the spiritual vision finds in these natural phenomena.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Pride engraves his frowns in stones;
love offers her surrender in flowers.
Clothed in facts truth feels oppressed. In the garb of poetry it moves easy and free.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
Now that a full flood of music has swept over our country, let Nikhil practise his scales, while we rouse the land with our cracked voices.
The sands of desert may be very white and shiny, but I would much rather sow my seeds in black soil.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price...
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
As a flower plucked from a tree gradually droops and shrivels, love that avoids the harsh realities of practical life cannot thrive on its own resources.
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green;
the wind between them sighs, Alas.