Rabindranath Tagore Quotes About Joy

Quotes about: Joy

• The most important lesson that man can learn from life, is not that there is pain in this world, but that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Pain, Men, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “SĀDHANĀ - The Realisation of life”, p.37, Rabindranath Tagore

• The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Running, Nature, Flower

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.38, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• 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

  Inspirational, Commitment, Insperational

• Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Happiness, Smile, Beauty

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.452, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Ideas, Perfect, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “SĀDHANĀ - The Realisation of life”, p.85, Rabindranath Tagore

• 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.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Art, Real, Intimate Relationships

• when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Joy, World, Cry

• Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. 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.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Morning, Memories, Spring

  Rabindranath Tagore (2017). “Delphi Collected Works of Rabindranath Tagore (Illustrated)”, p.520, Delphi Classics

• Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  God, Essence, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore, Sahitya Akademi (1996). “The English writings of Rabindranath Tagore”

• Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Encouragement, Pain, Heart

  Rabindranath Tagore, Krishna Dutta, Andrew Robinson (1997). “Selected Letters of Rabindranath Tagore”, p.48, Cambridge University Press

• Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Art, Drunk, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore, William Radice (2011). “Gitanjali: Song Offerings”, p.77, Penguin Books India

• Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. 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.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  God, Journey, Self

• Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Mother, Sweet, Children

  Rabindranath Tagore, “Lover's Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven”

• At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Peace, Heart, Hands

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.11, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Passing On, Joy, Mind

  Rabindranath Tagore (2017). “Sadhana: The Realization of Life”, p.104, BookRix

• Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Encouragement, Joy, Elements

  Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “SĀDHANĀ - The Realisation of life”, p.37, Rabindranath Tagore

• 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.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Spring, Winter, Exercise

  Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “SĀDHANĀ - The Realisation of life”, p.64, Rabindranath Tagore

• It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Mother, Flower, Dust

• And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Blue, Sky, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore (2006). “Sadhana”, p.96, 1st World Publishing

• It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  God, Mean, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore (2006). “Sadhana”, p.68, 1st World Publishing

• The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  God, Lying, Son

• Joy is there everywhere; it is superfluous, unnecessary; nay, it very often contradicts the most peremptory behests of necessity. It exists to show that the bonds of law can only be explained by love; they are like body and soul. Joy is the realisation of the truth of oneness, the oneness of our soul with the world and of the world-soul with the supreme lover.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  God, Law, Oneness

  Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “SĀDHANĀ - The Realisation of life”, p.64, Rabindranath Tagore

• Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Prayer, Heart, Roots

  Rabindranath Tagore (2013). “Gitanjali - Song Offerings”, p.36, Read Books Ltd

• Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Love Is, Giving, Joy

  Rabindranath Tagore, “Poems On Love”

• If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Flower, Mean, Smell

  Rabindranath Tagore (2010). “My Life In My Words”, p.10, Penguin UK

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