Rabindranath Tagore Quotes on Life (28 Quotes)

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

Those institutions which are static in their nature raise walls of division this is why, in the history of religions, priesthood has always maintained dissensions and hindered the freedom of man. But the principle of life unites, it deals with the v

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.

Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.

The fountain of death makes the still waters of life play.

Gross utility kills beauty. We now have all over the world huge production of things, huge organizations, huge administrations of empire - all obstructing the path of life. Civilization is waiting for a great consummation, for an expression of its so.

The most important lesson that man can learn from his life is not that there is pain in this world, but that it depends upon him to turn it into good account, that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy... Man's freedom is never in being sav

In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the life of a soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite. It is death which is m

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

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.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

The best of us still have our aspirations for the supreme goals of life, which is so often mocked by prosperous people who now control the world. We still believe that the world has a deeper meaning than what is apparent, and that therein the human s

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

In our desire for eternal life we pray for an eternity of our habit and comfort, forgetting that immortality is in repeatedly transcending the definite forms of life in order to pursue the infinite truth of life.

The object of education is to give man the unity of truth. Formerly, when life was simple, all the different elements of man were in complete harmony. But when there came the separation of the intellect from the spiritual and the physical, the school

I miss the meaning of my own part in the play of life because I know not the parts that others play

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

True modernism is freedom of mind, not slavery of taste. It is independence of thought and action, not tutelage under European schoolmasters. It is science but not its wrong application to life.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day in rhythmic measure. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flowers.

Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.

Man has a fund of emotional energy which is not all occupied with his self-preservation. This surplus seeks its outlet in the creation of art, for man's civilization is built upon his surplus... In everyday life, when we are mostly moved by our habit

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him which is his truth, which is his soul the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

Man is immortal therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea it can only find itself in changing forms