Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Kahlil Gibranwas a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League...
NationalityLebanese
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1883
CityBsharri, Lebanon
CountryLebanon
science science-and-religion accord
Science and religion are in full accord, but science and faith are in complete discord.
uplifting healing leader
The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know....
wings yield may
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.
ideology mines
You have your ideology and I have mine.
roots growth crowns
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.
summer gratitude regret
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.
quiver strings
As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
shadow sun turns
You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.
heritage deny
He who denies his heritage, has no heritage
grieving rivers silence
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
friendship best-friend sweet
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
history mind doe
History does not repeat itself except in the minds of those who do not know history.
farewell eye kissing
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!
prayer laughing soul
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing