When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese


When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God. Khalil Gibran

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When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman, but up to this day they have not understand the hidden secret of her heart because they look upon her from behind the sexual veil and see nothing but the externals: they look upon her from magnifying glass of hatefulness and find nothing except weakness and submission.

Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.

Here love begins to render the prose of Life into hymns and canticles of praise.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Everything in life is good; even gold, for it teaches a lesson. Money is like a stringed instrument; he who does not know how to use it properly will hear only discordant music. Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow man.

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.

The difficulty we meet with in reaching our goal is the shortest path to it.

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.

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

Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.