Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
Rabindranath TagoreThe first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.
Rabindranath TagoreIf you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
Rabindranath Tagore