Rabindranath Tagore Quotes
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I have read in books that we are called 'caged birds'. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.
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[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy
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There are two religions in earth, which have distinct enmity against all other religions. These two are Christianity and Islam. They are not just satisfied with observing their own religions, but are determined to destroy all other religions. That’s why the only way to make peace with them is to embrace their religions.'
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And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.
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Yet what each one does is by no means of little moment. The grass has to put forth all its energy to draw sustenance from the uttermost tips of its rootlets simply to grow where it is as grass; it does not vainly strive to become a banyan tree; and so the earth gains a lovely carpet of green.
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By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.
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In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.
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The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
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The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.
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Overstraining is the enemy of accomplishment. Calm strength that arises from a deep and inexhaustible source is what brings success.
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The more one lives alone on the river or in the open country, the clearer it becomes that nothing is more beautiful or great than to perform the ordinary duties of one's daily life simply and naturally.
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And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
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When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
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At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
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True deliverance of man is the deliverance from Avidya i.e. ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, for that cannot be possible, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth.
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Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.
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The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.
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He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
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when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.
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The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God's right of love over his life and soul.
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Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
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If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.
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Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.