Explore Quotes by Khalil Gibran

Braving obstacles and hardships is nobler than retreat to tranquility. The butterfly that hovers around the lamp until it dies is more admirable than the mole that lives in a dark tunnel.

Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.

The subtlest beauties in our life are unseen and unheard.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.

Love is the veil between lover and lover.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Only love and death will change all things.

Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep."_x000D__x000D_Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"

I have passed the mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the firmament of Complete and unbounded freedom; I am in comfort, I am in peace.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.

A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

The creator gives no heed to the critic unless he becomes a barren inventor.

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.