A Quote by Khalil Gibran

The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock. — © Khalil Gibran
The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.
What did one shepherd say to the other shepherd? Let’s get the flock out of here.
... I pray... that you may discern your affairs in a manner pleasing to God and may so act and endeavor that you may find Christ, as He even now cooperates with you, and in time to come will bestow on you abundantly the enjoyment of the illumination that comes from Him. Do not follow the wolf instead of the shepherd (cf. Mt. 7:15), nor enter into a flock that is diseased (cf. Ezek. 34:4). Do not be alone by yourself?
Grant that we may be one flock and one shepherd.
To be a good shepherd is to shear the flock, not skin it!
The Lord called Himself and is the 'good Shepherd' (Jn. 10:11). If you believe in His guidance, then you will understand by your heart that as a zealous shepherd when feeding his flock does not allow the sheep to disperse, but gathers them together, so also the Lord pastures our souls, not allowing them to wander in falsehood and sins, but gathering them on the path of virtue, and not allowing the mental wolf to steal and scatter them.
My role is the shepherd's role. The shepherd is the one who opens the gate and allows the flock to go through and whoever opens the gate has to close it, and the gate is not yet closed.
Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
Before I had crossed the threshold of my church I was made to realize that I was shepherd of a divided flock.
As my son Frankie put it, Humanism has changed the Twenty-third Psalm: They began - I am my shepherd. Then - Sheep are my shepherd. Then - Everything is my shepherd. Finally - Nothing is my shepherd.
I am like the sick sheep that strays from the rest of the flock. Unless the Good Shepherd takes me on His shoulders and carries me back to His fold, my steps will falter, and in the very effort of rising, my feet will give way.
Grant that we may be one flock and one shepherd! Do not allow your net to be torn, help us to be servants of unity!
There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.
Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient.
A good shepherd shears his flock, not flays them. [Lat., Boni pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere.]
I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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