The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“In Indian music, it is not possible to build anything other than the raga basis. We can run away from its fetters,… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. In effect, the people who change… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees,… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“The song being great in its own wealth, why should it wait upon the words? Rather does it begin where mere words… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Music is the purest form of art, and therefore the most direct expression of beauty, with a form and spirit which is… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“When Death comes and whispers to me, “Your days are ended,” let me say to him, “I have lived in love and… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life,… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“THE TAME BIRD WAS IN A CAGE THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God, first fill your own house with the fragrance of love. Go… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying? — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
“Strong Mercy: My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
“There, display and extravagance, in dress, in furniture, in costly entertainments, are startling. They seem to push you back into a corner, like a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share
