Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. – Rabindranath Tagore
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. – Rabindranath Tagore
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. – Rabindranath Tagore
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore. – Rabindranath Tagore