I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.
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?
- Khalil
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.
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.
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…
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
Login to join the discussion
Login to join the discussion