Rabindranath Tagore

1861 - 1941

A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on joy and losing

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Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on heart and pain

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Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on life and world

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You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on dance, life, and time

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on logic and mind

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A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on cruelty, kindness, and men

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on art, creativity, and soul

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on art and nature

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For man is by nature an artist.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on time

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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore on silence

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Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

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