"That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?"
Rabindranath Tagore
Poet, Playwright, Novelist
Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali poet and philosopher, renowned for his profound insights into love and humanity, notably through his work 'Gitanjali'.
- Born
- May 7, 1861
- Died
- August 7, 1941
- Quotes
- 435
- Rank
- #50
Quote collection
Rabindranath Tagore quotes (page 22 of 22)
435 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess."
"There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world."
"The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth"
"You have made me known to friends whom I knew not. You have given me seats in homes not my own. You have brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger... When one knows You, then there is no alien, and no door is shut."
"To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing."
"Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love."
"Life's aspirations come in the guise of children."
"Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?"
"The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song."
"I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind."
"Poems On Time 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. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."
"The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted."
"Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night"."
"Pessimism is a form of mental dipsomania; it disdains healthy nourishment, indulges in the strong drink of denunciation, and creates an artificial dejection which thirsts for a stronger draught."