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
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?
Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.
Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.
Truth cannot afford to be tolerant where it faces positive evil.
The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which once realized makes all movements full of meaning and joy. But if we detach its movements from that ultimate idea, if we do not see the infinite rest and only see the infi
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price for our right to live.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of humanity.
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
There are men whose idea of life is tactic, who long for its continuation after death only because of their wish for permanence and not perfection; they love to imagine that the things to which they are accustomed will persist for ever. They complete
I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the universe in terms of music... The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.