We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.
Rabindranath TagoreLet only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.
Rabindranath TagoreThe song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heartโฆ.. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my houseโฆ.. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
Rabindranath Tagore