Khalil Quotes
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
It has been said that next to hunger and thirst, our most basic human need is for storytelling.
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.
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
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.
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.
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.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
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.
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.
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.
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.
The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
