Quotes from Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,

Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?

I cannot tarry longer.The sea that calls all things unto her calls me

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

Beauty is a thing of might and dread.Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet.

The lust for comfort kills the passions of the soul.

To belittle, you have to be little.

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Self is a sea boundless and measureless.

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

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily, when good is hungry is seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness.And let the wind of the heavens dance between you.