Top 86 Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.


Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.


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


Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.


Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.


The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.


Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.


YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,’said the dewdrop to the lake.


Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.


The biggest changes in a women’s nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition


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


The small wisdom is like water in a glass:clear, transparent, pure.The great wisdom is like the water in the sea:dark, mysterious, impenetrable.


The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth’s dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.


I shall not commit the grievous sin of losing faith in Man


Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.


Life is indefinite–a bundle of contradictions. We men, with our ideas, strive to give it a particular shape by melting it into a particular mould–into the definiteness of success.


Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.


The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.


The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.


Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, butfor the heart to conquer 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.


Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.


My husband was very eager to take me out of purdah. One day I said to him, “What do I want with the outside world?””The outside world may want you,” he replied.


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


Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.


Those who wish to sit, shut their eyes,and meditate to know if the world’s true or lies,may do so. It’s their choice. But I meanwhilewith hungry eyes that can’t be satisfiedshall take a look at the world in broad daylight.


A fancy comes to me–that desire can never attain its object–it need never attain it.


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


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.


The winds of grace are blowing all the time, but it is you that must raise your sails.


Read books when you are free, read minds when you are’nt….but do read…


When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold.While we are on fire let us seethe and boil.


He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gates open.


Man’s poverty is abysmal, his wants are endless till he becomes truly conscious of his soul. Till then, the world to him is in a state of flux – a phantasm that is and is not.


When a man sleeps he is shut up within the narrow activities of his physical life. He lives, but he knows not the varied relations of his life to his surroundings, – therefore he knows not himself.


Adharmenaidhate tabat, tato bhadrani pashyati, tatah sapatnan jayati, – samulastu vinashyati. In unrightousness they prosper, in it they find their good, through it they defeat their enemies, – but they perish at the root.


You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.


A day came when all the rebel in me knew itself beaten, and then my whole nature bowed down in humble resignation in the dust. And then I saw… I saw that he was as incomparable in beauty as he was in terror. I was saved, I was rescued.


A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.


The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.


My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.


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


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 world by day is like European music; a flowing concourse of vast harmony, composed of concord and discord and many disconnected fragments. And the night world is our Indian music; one pure, deep and tender raga.


Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.


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.


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


Where the old tracks are lost new country is revealed with its wonders.


The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.


God the Great Giver can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single lane.


A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.


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


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 soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.


The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.


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


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


With begging and scrambling we find very little but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.


Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.


The butterfly counts not months but moments And has time enough.


Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.


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


Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.


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


Death is not extinguishing the light it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.


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.


Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.


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


Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.


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.


To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.


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


Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.


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


Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.


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


Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.


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


The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.


What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.


Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.


You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.


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


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


Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.


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



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