Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets,… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Like sheaves of corn it gathers you unto itself. It threshes you to make you naked. It sifts you to free you… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Seek ye counsel of the aged for their eyes have looked on the faces of the years and their ears have hardened to the… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?' — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space” — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it, And the clay that fills your ears shall be… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
