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
sheep cities silence
Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.
moving heart passion
Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.
music oneness soul
Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.
inspirational friendship good-morning
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
courage house lust
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
passion funeral soul
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
work moving passion
Rest in reason. Move in Passion.
spiritual wind keeping-secrets
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
book men inspire
God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.
inspirational wisdom anger
Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.
roots evil giving
You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, 'Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.' For to the fruit giving is a need as receiving is a need to the root.
love song wind
He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
morning fun laughter
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that your should seek with him hours to kill? Seek with him always hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
brother kindred true-worth
He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.