Philosophical Quotes

Rabindranath Tagore

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  • We live in the world when we love it. 
  • A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. 
  • Age considers; youth ventures. 
  • Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. 
  • Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name. 
  • Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree. 
  • Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. 
  • Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. 
  • Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. 
  • Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young. 
  • I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
  • I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. 
  • If you shut the door to all errors, truth will be shut out. 
  • Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come. 
  • The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself. 
  • The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. 
  • Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. 
  • We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 
  • We gain freedom when we have paid the full price. 
  • What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real. 
  • 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. 
  • Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
                                                                                                                                                           
poems:-


ravindranadh tagrore


    1.  Day after day, O lord of my life, 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 
    With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, 
    with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil 
    and with struggle, among hurrying crowds 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    And when my work shall be done in this world, 
    O King of kings, alone and speechless 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 




    2 . Day after day, O lord of my life, 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 
    With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, 
    with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil 
    and with struggle, among hurrying crowds 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 


    And when my work shall be done in this world, 
    O King of kings, alone and speechless 
    shall I stand before thee face to face. 




    3.  O thou the last fulfilment of life, 
    Death, my death, come and whisper to me! 


    Day after day I have kept watch for thee; 
    for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. 


    All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love 
    have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. 


    One final glance from thine eyes 
    and my life will be ever thine own. 


    The flowers have been woven 
    and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. 


    After the wedding the bride shall leave her home 
    and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night


    4.  O thou the last fulfilment of life, 
    Death, my death, come and whisper to me! 


    Day after day I have kept watch for thee; 
    for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. 


    All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love 
    have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. 


    One final glance from thine eyes 
    and my life will be ever thine own. 


    The flowers have been woven 
    and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. 


    After the wedding the bride shall leave her home 
    and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night. 

    5.  Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
    "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
    We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
    I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
    They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
    hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
    "My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
    her and come?"
    Then they smile and float away.
    But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
    I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
    I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
    be the blue sky.
    The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
    "We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
    not where we pass."
    I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
    They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
    your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
    I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
    how can I leave her and go?"
    They smile, dance and pass by.
    But I know a better game than that.
    I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
    I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
    laughter.
    And no one in the world will know where we both are. 


    6.  I thought that my voyage had come to its end 
    at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed, 
    that provisions were exhausted 
    and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. 


    But I find that thy will knows no end in me. 
    And when old words die out on the tongue, 
    new melodies break forth from the heart; 
    and where the old tracks are lost, 
    new country is revealed with its wonders. 
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