Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of… — 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
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“Do not say it is morning and dismiss it with a name of yesterday” — 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
