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If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed; if I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.

Rabindranath Tagore

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

Rabindranath Tagore

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

Rabindranath Tagore

In love all the contradiction of existence merge themselves and are lost. Only in love are unity and duality not at variance. Love must be one and two at the same time. Only love is motion and rest in one. Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest... Bondage and liberation are not antagonistic in love. for love is most free and at the same time most bound.

Rabindranath Tagore

In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, 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. Without this ego what is love? And again, with only this ego how can love be possible?

Rabindranath Tagore

In the night we stumble over things and become acutely conscious of their separateness, but the day reveals the unity which embraces them. And the man whose inner vision is bathed in consciousness at once realizes the spiritual unity which reigns over all racial differences, and his mind no longer stumbles over individual facts, accepting them as final. He realizes that peace is an inner harmony and not an outer adjustment, that beauty carries the assurance of our relationship to reality, which waits for its perfection in the response of our love.

Rabindranath Tagore

It is our desires that limit the scope of our self-realization, hinder our extension of consciousness, and give rise to sin, which is the innermost barrier that keeps us apart from our God, setting up disunion and arrogance of exclusiveness. For sin is not one mere action, but it is an attitude of life which takes for granted that our goal is finite, that our self is the ultimate truth, and that we are not all essentially one but exist each for his own separate individual existence.

Rabindranath Tagore

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Rabindranath Tagore

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Rabindranath Tagore

Let this be my last word, that I trust in your love.

Rabindranath Tagore

Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.

Rabindranath Tagore

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love gives beauty to everything it touches. Not greed and utility; they produce offices, but not dwelling houses. To be able to love material things, to clothe them with tender grace, and yet not be attached to them, this is a great service. Providence expects that we should make this world our own, and not live in it as though it were a rented tenement. We can only make it our own through some service, and that service is to lend it love and beauty from our soul. Your own experience shows you the difference between the beautiful, the tender, the hospitable, and the mechanically neat and monotonously useful.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

Rabindranath Tagore

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Rabindranath Tagore

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.

Rabindranath Tagore

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Rabindranath Tagore

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

Rabindranath Tagore

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the universe in terms of music... The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside. His idea and his expression are brother and sister; very often they are born as twins. In music the heart reveals itself immediately; it suffers not from any barrier of alien material. Therefore though music has to wait for its completeness like any other art, yet at every step it gives out the beauty of the whole. As the material of expression even words are barriers, for their meaning has to be construed by thought. But music never has to depend upon any obvious meaning; it expresses what no words can ever express. What is more, music and the musician are inseparable. When the singer departs, his singing dies with him; it is in eternal union with the life and joy of the master. This world song is never for a moment separated from its singer. It is not fashioned from any outward material. It is his joy itself taking never-ending form. It is the great heart sending the tremor of its thrill over the sky. There is a perfection in each individual strain of this music, which is the revelation of completion in the incomplete. No one of its notes is final, yet each reflects the infinite. What does it matter if we fail to derive the exact meaning of this great harmony? Is it not like the hand meeting the string and drawing out at once all its tones at the touch? It is the language of beauty, the caress, that comes from the heart of the world and straightway reaches our heart. Last night, in the silence which pervaded the darkness, I stood alone and heard the voice of the singer of eternal melodies. When I went to sleep I closed my eyes with this last thought in mind, that even when I remain unconscious in slumber the dance of life will still go on in the hushed arena of my sleeping body, keeping step wit the stars. The heart will throb, the blood will leap in the veins, and the millions of living atoms of my body will vibrate in tune with the note of the harp-string that thrills at the touch of the master.

Rabindranath Tagore

Nationality is respectable only when it is on the defense, when it is waging wars of liberation it is sacred; when those of domination it is accursed.

Rabindranath Tagore

Never be afraid of the moments - thus sings the voice of the ever-lasting.

Rabindranath Tagore
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