Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

His love for me seemed to overflow my limits by its flood of wealth and service. But my necessity was more for giving than foe receiving; for love is a vagabond, who can make his flowers bloom in the wayside dust, better than in the crystal jars kept in the drawing-room.

Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

I would have you come into the heart of the outer world and meet reality. Merely going on with your household duties, living your life in the world of household conventions and the drudgery of household tasks - you were not made for that! If we meet, and recognize each other, in the real world, then only will our love be true.

In life the one becomes many. In death the many become one.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

আজিকে চাঁদ উঠবে প্রথম রাতেনদীর পারে নারিকেলের বনে,দেবালয়ের বিজন আঙিনাতেপড়বে আলো গাছের ছায়া-সনে ।দখিন-হাওয়া উঠবে হঠাত্‍ বেগে,আসবে জোয়ার সঙ্গে তারি ছুটে-বাঁধা তরী টেউয়ের দোলা লেগেঘাটের পরে মরবে মাথা কুটে ।জোয়ার যখন মিশিয়ে যাবে কূলে,থমথমিয়ে আসবে যখন জল,বাতাস যখন পড়বে ঢুলে ঢুলে,চন্দ্র যখন নামবে অস্তাচল,শিথিল তনু তোমার ছোঁওয়া ঘুমেচরণতলে পড়বে লুটে তবে ।বসে আছি শয়ন পাতি ভূমে,তোমার এবার সময় হবে কবে ?