Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
Rabindranath TagoreI have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
Rabindranath TagoreIf God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.
Rabindranath TagoreSay of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.
Rabindranath Tagore