If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.
Rabindranath TagoreI 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.
Rabindranath TagoreMy dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if itโs for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I wonโt ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.
Rabindranath Tagore