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.

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Indian

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Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.

It came to be the natural rule of life with him, that no one should add to the burden of the world, but that each should try to lighten it.

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. And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

It is easy to drown yourself effortlessly into that which is truly profound and do no realise its true worth. And since the restless illusion which brings no pleasure even if you drain it to the dregs lead us by the nose and makes us dance a merry dance to its tune and we take it to be the lost desirable thing.

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

Don't cry when the sun is gone because the tears won't let you see the stars.

Vanity is not like a horse or an elephant requiring expensive fodder.

If only they let me, I'll go right into the dense forest where you can't find your way. And where the honey-sipping hummingbird rocks himself on the end of the thinnest branch, I will flower out as a champa.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

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.

Now nearly every small Bengali maiden had heard long ago about her father-in-law's house; but we were a little new-fangled, and had kept these things from our child, so that Mini at this question must have been a trifle bewildered. But she would not show it, and with ready tact replied: ‘Are you going there?

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

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new... Thy infinite gifts come to me only on those very small hand of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.