A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.
Rabindranath Tagorefor we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.
Rabindranath TagoreWhen I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
Rabindranath Tagore