Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese


Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces. Khalil Gibran

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Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

Not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.

Hurry, oh peaceful Death, and carry me from these multitudes who left me in the dark corner of oblivion because I do not bleed the weak as they do. Come, oh gentle Death, and enfold me under your white wings, for my fellowmen are not in want of me.

Come, let us drink the last raindrop tears from a narcissus cup and fill our souls with the songs of larks.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Life is indeed darkness save when there is urge, and all urge is blind save when there is knowledge, and all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love.

Notice those gorgeous homes that represent happiness, glory and domination; they are naught but caverns of misery and distress.

And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.

Generosity is not in giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is in giving me that which you need more than I do.

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.

Arbeit ist sichtbar gemachte Liebe.