Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

I always want objects in my home that have a connection to me or something I've loved. It's still stuff, but it's stuff that has meaning.

I look at my trophies and can't believe they're mine.

Berlin was the first, the very first to give me an award. I am eternally grateful to them. It sits on my desk - the Silver Bear. All the others are stored away. It's the only one I look at. It watches me while I work.

The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

Falling in love is like owning a dog.

It has long been known to me that certain objects want you as much as you want them. These are the ones that become important, the objects that you hold dear. The others fade from your life entirely. You wanted them, but they did not want you in return.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his. "Right now," Sam said - and I saw that he held the invoice for today's studio time in his hand, folded into a bird with sun-washed wings - "it's hard to imagine that it is raining anewhere in the world." "From Linger, page 258

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

I collect jewelry for a story - so something I got on a trip or something I got from my family. You know it always needs to have a meaning for me.

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

I roll my eyes. "So when did I become so special? When they carted me off to the Capitol?" "No, about six months before that. Right after New Year's. We were in the Hob, eating some slop of Greasy Sae's. And Darius was teasing you about trading a rabbit for one of his kisses. And I realized...I minded.

The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.

That's love. That's all it means. It means sharing joy with people.

He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?

Romantic poses aside, let us recognize that "falling in love"...is an inferior state of mind, a form of transitory imbecility.

It would have been a joy to me to be smiled upon, loved, encouraged, welcomed, and to obtain what I was so ready to give, kindness and goodwill. But to hunt down consideration and reputation - to force the esteem of others - seemed to me an effort unworthy of myself, almost a degradation.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

Before giving, the mind of the giver is happy; while giving, the mind of the giver is made peaceful; and having given, the mind of the giver is uplifted.

I feel about lending a book the way most fathers feel about their daughters living with a man out of wedlock.

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

In the loss of an object we do not proportion our grief to the real value it bears, but to the value our fancies set upon it.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.