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
spiritual evil hunger-and-thirst
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
love-is lips gentle
Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.
self-esteem insults-you praise
Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.
kings fear hands
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
candid ifs
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
nature flower garden
Give and Take... For to the bee a flower is a fountain if life And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving is a need and an ecstasy.
heart breathing earthquakes
Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.
wisdom land jail
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?
truth men evil
He who does not seek advice is a fool. His folly blinds him to Truth and makes him evil, stubborn, and a danger to his fellow man.
firsts thrones tyranny
If it's a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
believe tired humility
I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.
love cute sad
What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?
sad wall grief
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
circles lakes pebbles
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths, I became very still.