“Wherever our heart touches the One, in the small or the big, it finds the touch of the infinite.” — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still… — 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
Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house… — 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
Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation;… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to… — 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
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Our self (Soul) is maya (an illusion) where it is merely individual and finite, where it considers its separateness as absolute; it… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, and at the other the impersonal. At one you have the… — 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 Image
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying? — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“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 Image
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
