Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

Everything that makes diversity of kinds, of species, differences, properties... everything that consists in generation, decay, alteration and change is not an entity, but a condition and circumstance of entity and being, which is one, infinite, immobile, subject, matter, life, death, truth, lies, good and evil.

The unnatural, that too is natural.

Duality is not a story. Duality is just a complexity.

I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous.

I'm always doing something that ain't happening, and I'm always happening when there ain't nothing going on.

Before we had our becoming here, we existed There, men other than now; we were pure souls. Intelligence inbound with the entire of reality, not fenced off, integral to that All. [...] Then it was as if One voice sounded. One word was uttered and from every side an ear attended and received and there was an effective hearing; now we are become a dual thing, no longer that which we were at first, dormant, and in a sense no longer present.

It is not that I love contradictions: life is contradictory. Existence itself is possible only through contradictions.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

Contradiction is the essence of the universe.

There are times when I catch myself believing that there is such a thing as something; which is separate from something else.

Tao is the source of both fullness and emptiness. But it is itself neither fullness nor emptiness.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

The best proof of the specificity of the book is that it is at once a reality of the virtual and a virtuality of the real.

Mind cannot think without duality. Duality is the way of thinking. In silence, all dualities disappear.

Taoist philosophy is essentially monistic. Matter and energy, Yang and Yin, heaven and earth, are conceived of as essentially one or as two coexistent poles of one indivisible whole.

Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves we can only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you." You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?" It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing." Nothing can be two opposite things at once," I said. "It's impossible." No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what's impossible is that we actually think it could be anything OTHER than that.

For me, truth cracks open in the places where things do not cohere. That's how life is.

Eternity is the place where questions and answers become one.

From the first time he'd met her, he'd sensed an air of contradiction about her. She was very much a woman, but still retained a waiflike quality. She could be brash, and at times deliberately suggestive, yet she was painfully shy. She was incredibly easy to get along with, yet she had few friends. She was a talented artist in her own right, but so self-conscious about her work that she rarely completed a piece and preferred to work with other people's art and ideas.

The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song — not one. Not two.

Nature has neither core nor skin: she’s both at once outside and in.

Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape.

While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.

There will never be a perfectly good or bad world, because the very idea is a contradiction in terms.