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
cells honor gold
For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.
joy solitude burning
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.
love life marriage
When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
sick tolerance haughtiness
Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.
love-is vision prophet
Love is all I can possess and no one can deprive me of it. Kahlil Gibran (Visions of the Prophet)
determination desire life-is
Life is not only merriment,It is desire and determination.
song prayer sleep
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
wedding memories wind
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
heart fire secret
Like sheaves of corn it gathers you unto itself. It threshes you to make you naked. It sifts you to free you from your husks. It grinds you to whiteness. It kneads you until you are pliant. And then it assigns you to its sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's Heart.
friendship beautiful tears
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
god lions rabbits
Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey
flower passion light
The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning.
religious art flower
My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.
judging blame weakest-link
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.