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
answer flower seed soul
Oh, heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
war passion soul
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
soul body harps
Your body is the harp of the soul.
talking bored soul
I am bored with gabbers and their gab; my soul abhors them. . . . Is there any place where there is no traffic in empty talk? Is there on this earth one who does not worship himself talking?
men soul body
The soul is an embryo in the body of Man, and the day of death is the Day of awakening, for it is the Great era of labour and the rich Hour of creation.
soul body birth
I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.
soul faces foam
Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
ignorance heart soul
At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.
soul body my-soul
This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?
work soul earth
You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
sweet confused soul
Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
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
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.
spiritual soul demand
Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.