Quotes from Kahlil Gibran

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.

"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth."

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibilty, never an oppourtunity.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness...

A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.

No matter how busy a man is, he is never too busy to stop and talk about how busy he is.

Joy and sorrow are inseparable, together they came and where one sits alone with you at the board remember that the other is asleep upon your bed

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.