Khalil Gibran Quotes (311 Quotes)

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:

For what is prayer but the expansion of your self into the living ether?

Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.

To belittle, you have to be little.

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.

Yea, I shall return with the tide.

And since you are a breath in God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.

Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.

Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?

You are the way and the wayfarers.

And that the corner-stone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation.

Poichè l'amore come v'incorona così vi crocefigge. E come vi fa fiorire così vi reciderà.

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.