The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet and serene, and the star that shines therein is fixed for evermore.
Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic o… - Khalil
Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic o…
- Khalil
Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it? - Khalil
Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it?
Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife. - Khalil
Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath. - Khalil
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore. - Khalil
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you wort… - Khalil
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you wort…
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble. - Khalil
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.
Power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end. - Khalil
Power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end.
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. - Khalil
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.
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