112 quotes
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
Stray Birds (1916)
O Woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their own hearts … You are one-half woman and one-half dream.
The Gardener (1915)
Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.
Wrestling Archangels (2001)
Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.
The Gardener (1915)
I cannot but bring to your mind those days when the whole of Eastern Asia, from Burma to Japan was united with India in the closest ties of friendship...
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent;
We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
The Gardener (1915)
Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Stray Birds (1916)
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Stray Birds (1916)
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
Stray Birds (1916)
Open your doors and look abroad.
The Gardener (1915)
When I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
Stray Birds (1916)
God finds himself by creating.
Stray Birds (1916)
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
The Gardener (1915)
In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, and at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion — Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial — I am not.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps — does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Gitanjali (1912)
For thou dwellest in me and I in thee. Thou without me or I without thee are nothing.
I touch God in my song
as the hill touched the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
Fireflies (1928)
WE live in this world when we love it.
Stray Birds (1916)