You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love.… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding? — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of the… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. — 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
