All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you. — Khalil Copy Share Image
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you. The speech they weave is a link between you and your human siblings. The… — Khalil Copy Share Image
You are still despised and mocked, A man too weak and infirm to be God, A God too much man to call forth adoration. — Khalil Copy Share Image
Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic of… — Khalil Copy Share Image
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who… — Khalil Copy Share Image
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble. — Khalil Copy Share Image
Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife. — Khalil Copy Share Image
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath. — Khalil Copy Share Image
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. — Khalil Copy Share Image
I definitely accept who I am for just being me, I love me for me, I am super repsonsible, carin, and considerate! I sure… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore. — Khalil Copy Share Image
The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet… — Khalil Copy Share Image
