My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
When God created Man, he gave him Music as a language different from all other languages. And early man sang his glory in the wilderness; and drew the hearts of kings and moved them from their thrones. — 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
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
