Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees, From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.

Life is magically beautiful. And it brings you what is perfect.

Joy comes from places you least expect it. It's usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming.

I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

Every time I jog through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too cold and slippery for safe jogging or bicycling, I can still go out and experience the glory of sunlight turning icy branches into strings of sparkling diamonds.

I always say that the times in my life when I've been happiest are the times when I've seen, like, a sunset.

In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.

It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.

Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

I think that water is immediately interesting. It's just, as an element, it is full of life. It is associated with origin; it is bright - it reflects you.

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

Simply enjoy life and the great pleasures that come with it.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.

I have the same feeling when I walk in a very beautiful place that I have when I play and it goes right.

Youth is beautiful.

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.

Earth laughs in flowers.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.