Quotations
Rabindranath Tagore

From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.



God

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

God

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

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

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



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.



In love all the contradictions of existence merge themselves and are lost.

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

We have no word for ‘nation’ in our language.



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