Khalil Gibran Quotes

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

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.

We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

Remembrance is a form of meeting.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

All work is empty save when there is love.

Love is the veil between lover and lover.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.

The envier praises me unknowingly.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger. And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine. And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.

For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.

When you kill a beast, say to him in your heart: ~By the same power that slays you, I too am slain, and I too shall be consumed. ~For the law that delivers you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. ~Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Philosophy's work is finding the shortest path between two points.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting

Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality

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.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

What is fear of need but need itself?

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth./The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.