While Ratan was awaiting her call, the postmaster was awaiting a reply to his application.

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Indian

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The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

I have felt that you have been able to assimilate these secrets into your life, and the truth which lies in the beauty of all things has passed into your souls. A mere knowledge of things can be had in a short enough time, but their spirit can only be acquired by centuries of training and self-control.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.

You are dark, even as the flints are. You must come to violent conflicts and make a noise in order to produce your sparks. But their disconnected flashes merely assist your pride, and not your clear vision.

The lamps in one street after another were lighted till it seemed to him that a pervading darkness, like some demon, was keeping its eyes wide open to watch every movement of its victim.

Outwardly nature is busy and restless, inwardly she is all silence and peace. She has toil on one side and leisure on the other. You see her bondage only when you see her from without, but within her heart is a limitless beauty.

The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

When we express our thought in words, the medium is not found easily. There must be a process of translation, which is often inexact, and then we fall into error.

As in intellectual error, so in evil of any other form, its essence is impermanence, for it cannot accord with the whole. Every moment it is being corrected by the totality of things and keeps changing its aspect.

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.

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

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.