Rabindranath Tagore: Frases en inglés (página 6)

“Inspiration follows aspiration.”

“Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.”

“In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.”

“Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my
house—do not pass by like a dream.”

“for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.”

“He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.”

“Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.”

“Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.”

“These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.”

“And because I love this life
I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when
From the right breast the mother
Takes it away, in the very next moment
To Find in the left one
Its consolation.”

“Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his
sight whose breath touches my sleep?”

“I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.”

“The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.”

“Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.”

“that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.”

“If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.”

“Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.”

“The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps — does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.”

“My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.”