Khalil Gibran Quotes
She danced the dance of flames and fire, and the dance of swords and spears; she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space, and then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
It has been said that next to hunger and thirst, our most basic human need is for storytelling.
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.
Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality
I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.
He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.
Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.
The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.
Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?
If we were to all sit in a circle and confess our sins, we would laugh at each other for lack of originality.
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love; and when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.
He that tries to seize an opportunity after it has passed him by is like one who sees it approach but will not go to meet it.
