“The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .”
“I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.”
“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I cam to sing remains unsung.Rabindranath Tagore”
“Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me.”
“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”
“I have always wished for my computer to be as easy to use as my telephone; my wish has come true because I can no longer figure out how to use my telephone.”