These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
Rabindranath TagoreThe earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.
Rabindranath TagoreThis little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
Rabindranath TagoreWhen I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessedโlet this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it comeโlet this be my parting word.
Rabindranath Tagore