The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.
Rabindranath TagoreI have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
Rabindranath TagoreThe night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."
Rabindranath Tagore