Rabindranath Tagore

Where the Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, …

In India, the measure of a singer's freedom is in his own creative personality. He can sing the composer's song as his own, if he has the power creatively to assert himself in his interpretation of the general law of the melody which he is …

It is the constant harmony of chance and determination which makes it eternally new and living.

Our passions and desires are unruly, but our character subdues these elements into a harmonious whole.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

The one without second is emptiness, the other one makes it true.

Light finds her treasure of colours through the antagonism of clouds.

I touch God in my song as the hill touched the far-away sea with its waterfall.

While God waits for his temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

Jewel-Like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of the moment.

The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time, unobscured by the dust of history.

God seeks comrades and claims love, the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.

Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand With a grip that kills it.Wishing to hearten a timid lamp great night lights all her stars.

In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.

Open your doors and look abroad.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

O Woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their own hearts … You are one-half woman and one-half dream.

The wise man warns me that life is but a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

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

Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.