How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese

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For many of my arrows left my bow only to seek my own breast.

You often say, I would give, but only to the deserving.

Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.

Love that comes between the naivete and awakening of youth satisfies itself with possessing, and grows with embraces. But Love which is born in the firmament's lap and has descended with the night's secrets is not contented with anything but eternity and immortality.

Memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

Perhaps time's definition of coal is the diamond.

Each and every one of us, dear Mary, must have a resting place somewhere. The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.

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

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment. For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

The house that does not comfort the needy is worthy of naught but destruction.

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

Said the Eye one day, I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful? The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, But where is any mountain? I.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.