The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
Rabindranath TagoreLife itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
Rabindranath TagoreIn desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.
Rabindranath Tagore