When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison." And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese

When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, 'Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.' .. Khalil Gibran

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Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

A great singer is he who sings our silences.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of the Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

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.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.

Your children are not your children They are sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.

Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.