You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then. You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived. In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.
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Rabindranath Tagore quotes & passages
11 passages by Rabindranath Tagore, from The Crescent Moon, Stray Birds and Gitanjali. Rabindranath Tagore died in 1941, so the words are in the public domain. Every passage is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg text.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action— Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes—does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes. The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour 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—the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.
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