When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese


When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sor.. Khalil Gibran

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My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

So too is love a sigh from the sea of emotions, a tear from the sky of love, and a smile from the field of the soul.

You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.

Sorrow is just a wall between two gardens.

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

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings.

Man's needs change, but not his love, nor his desire that his love should satisfy his needs.

If indeed you must be candid be candid beautifully.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.