Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Kahlil Gibranwas a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League...
NationalityLebanese
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1883
CityBsharri, Lebanon
CountryLebanon
prayer laughing soul
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing
teaching empty futility
All work is empty save when there is love.
strong jesus believe
Humanity looks upon Jesus the Nazarene as a poor-born Who suffered misery and humiliation with all of the weak. And He is pitied, for Humanity believes He was crucified painfully. . . . And all that Humanity offers to Him is crying and wailing and lamentation. For centuries Humanity has been worshiping weakness in the person of the Savior. The Nazarene was not weak! He was strong and is strong! But the people refuse to heed the true meaning of strength.
stealing utopia possession
Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.
heart wine soul
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.
song prayer heart
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
angel night men
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
time self stronger
Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.
life mistress life-is
Life is the mistress to be wooed.
teacher mind threshold
A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.
inspirational shells strange
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
flower may faces
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.
art night self
Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth. It is thy desire in us that desireth. It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights, which are thine, into days which are thine also. We cannot ask thee for aught, for thou knowest our needs before they are born in us: Thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou givest us all.
mirrors people gazing
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.