Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore FRAS, also written Ravīndranātha Thākura, sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown...
NationalityIndian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 May 1861
CityKolkata, India
CountryIndia
We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.
Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.
Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.
The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.
If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?
It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacock’s tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.
He only has freedom who ideally loves freedom himself and is glad to extend it to others. He who cares to have slaves must chain himself to them. He who builds walls to create exclusion for others builds walls across his own freedom. He who distrusts freedom in others loses his moral right to it.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.