Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese

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And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

I have loved humanity, I have loved it so much. For me, there are three kinds of men; he who curses life, he who blesses it and he who contemplates it. I loved the first for his wretchedness, the second for his indulgence and the third for his perception.

You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

Call me not wise unless you call all men wise. A young fruit am I, still clinging to the branch and it was only yesterday that I was a blossom. And call none among you foolish for we are neither wise nor foolish. We are green leaves upon the tree of life and surely life itself if beyond wisdom and surely beyond foolishness.

You often say, I would give, but only to the deserving. The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.

And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness.