Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.
Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.
Discipline divorced from wisdom is not true discipline, but merely the meaningless following of custom, which is only a disguise for stupidity.
The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.
Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?
Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
Those who own much have much to fear.
When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.
Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
The newer people of this modern age are more eager to amass than to realize.
Wrong is wrong only when you are at liberty to choose.
Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.
It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass: in the blue serenity of the sky: in the reckless exuberance of spring: in the severe abstinence of grey winter: in the living flesh that animates our bodily frame: in the perfect poise of the human figure, noble and upright: in living, in the exercise of all our powers: in the acquisition of knowledge. . . Joy is there everywhere.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Dreams can never be made captive.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
And because I love this lifeI know I shall love death as wellThe child cries out whenFrom the right breast the motherTakes it away, in the very next momentTo find in the left oneIts consolation.
Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!
If 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.
The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.
In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.
The greed for fruit misses the flower.
It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.
Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition
April, like a child,Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,Wipes them away and forgets.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.
Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin
Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...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.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.
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.
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.
Children who are decked with prince's robes and who have jeweled chains round their necks lose all pleasure in play; their dress hampers them at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust, they keep themselves from the world and are afraid ever to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history.
Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.
The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
