Top 774 Quotes & Sayings by Khalil Gibran - Page 5

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Last updated on April 20, 2025.
There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.
Work is love made visible.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. — © Khalil 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.
Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness
The silence of the envious is too noisy.
He who does not see the kingdom of heaven in this life will never see it in the coming life.
It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.
He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts. — © Khalil Gibran
Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
Do not be merciful, but be just, for mercy is bestowed upon the guilty criminal, while Justice is all that the innocent man requires.
You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.
I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.
God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.
The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love
Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality
Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.
God has created several doors which open onto truth. He opens them to all those who knock on them with the hand of faith.
The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.
Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.
In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.
The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.
When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.
When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman, they both touch the heart of eternity.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
When you look closely people are so strange & so complicated that they're actually beautiful.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them. — © Khalil Gibran
God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them.
Remember, one just man causes the Devil greater affliction than a million blind believers.
You shall be held down by the chains of your own judgment.
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.
We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.
I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes; nor would I be content with converting my tears, invited by my agonized self, into calm. It is my fervent hope that my whole life on this earth will ever be tears and laughter. Tears that purify my heart and reveal to me the secret of life and its mystery, Laughter that brings me closer to my fellow men; Tears with which I join the broken-hearted, Laugher that symbolizes joy over my very existence.
In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of people's wrath.
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind. — © Khalil Gibran
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.
It was in my heart to help a little because I was helped much.
The most solid stone in the structure is the lowest one in the foundation.
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
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