Quotes from Khalil Gibran

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths, I became very still.

God has made many doors opening into truth which He opens to all who knock upon them with hands of faith.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

To be closer to god, be closer to people.

A God who is good knows no segregation amongst words or names. And were a God to deny his blessing to those who pursue a different path to eternity, there would be no human who should offer worship.

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.

Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey

Fear of the devil is one way of doubting God.

You hate Jesus because someone from the North Country said He was the Son of God. But you hate one another because each of you deems himself too great to be the brother of the next man.

This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

From a sensitive woman's heart springs the happiness of mankind, and from the kindness of her noble spirit comes mankind's affection.

Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.

History does not repeat itself except in the minds of those who do not know history.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

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.

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.