Flower Quotes by Rabindranath Tagore

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

— Rabindranath Tagore

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

— Rabindranath Tagore

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

— Rabindranath Tagore

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

— Rabindranath Tagore

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

— Rabindranath Tagore

“Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

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

— Rabindranath Tagore

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

— Rabindranath Tagore

“Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment’s whim.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks…

— Rabindranath Tagore

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning…

— Rabindranath Tagore

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

— Rabindranath Tagore

“I have lost my dewdrop", cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars”

— Rabindranath Tagore

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

— Rabindranath Tagore

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

— Rabindranath Tagore

“But there are ideals which do not play hide-and-seek with our life; they slowly grow from seed to flower, from flower to…

— Rabindranath Tagore

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.…

— Rabindranath Tagore

“The earth, water and light, fruits and flowers, to her were not merely physical phenomena to be turned to use and then…

— Rabindranath Tagore

It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with…

— Rabindranath Tagore

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky…

— Rabindranath Tagore

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by…

— Rabindranath Tagore

If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it…

— Rabindranath Tagore

Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God, first fill your own house with the fragrance of…

— Rabindranath Tagore

One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such…

— Rabindranath Tagore

Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College…

— Rabindranath Tagore

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of…

— Rabindranath Tagore

April, like a child, Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, Wipes them away and forgets.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

— Rabindranath Tagore

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

— Rabindranath Tagore

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

— Rabindranath Tagore

“Pride engraves his frowns in stones; 
love offers her surrender in flowers.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

— Rabindranath Tagore