Kahlil Gibran Quotes

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?

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.”

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

Master, Master of Light, Whose eye dwells in the seeking fingers of the blind, You are still despised and mocked, A man too weak and infirm to be God, A God too much man to call forth adoration.

The Reality of The Other Person Lies Not In What He Reveals To You, But What He Cannot Reveal To You.
Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says, But Rather To What He Does Not Say.

I have pondered long, and I know now that only the pure of heart forgive the thirst that leads to dead waters. And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

إن النفس الحزينة المتألمة تجد راحة بانضمامها إلى
نفس أخرى تماثلها بالشعور و تشاركها بالإحساس
مثلما يستأنس الغريب بالغريب في أرض بعيدة عن
وطنهما..
فالقلوب التي تدنيها أوجاع الكآبة بعضها من بعض لا
تفرقها بهجة الأفراح و بهرجتها .
فرابطة الحزن أقوى في النفوس من روابط الغبطة و
السرور .
و الحب الذي تغسله العيون بدموعها يظلّ طاهراً
وجميلاً و خالداً.

They say: 'If a man knew himself,
he would know all mankind.'
I say: 'If a man loved mankind,
he would know something of himself.

الصديق المزيف كالظل يمشي ورائي عندما أكون في الشمس ويختفي عندما أكون في الظلام

He stood up and looked at me even as the seasons might look down upon the field, and He smiled. And He said again: "All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself." And then He walked away. But no other man ever walked the way He walked. Was it a breath born in my garden that moved to the east? Or was it a storm that would shake all things to their foundations? I knew not, but on that day the sunset of His eyes slew the dragon in me, and I became a woman, I became Miriam, Miriam of Mijdel.

Jesus loved me and I knew not why. And I loved Him because He quickened my spirit to heights beyond my stature, and to depths beyond my sounding. Love is a sacred mystery. To those who love, it remains forever wordless; But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but what he aspires to.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.

أنت حر أمام شمس النهار .. وأنت حر أمام قمر الليل وكواكبه ,, وأنت حر حيث لا شمس ولا قمر ولا كواكب .. بل أنت حر عندما تغمض عينيك عن الكيان بكليته. ولكن أنت عبد لمن تحب لأنك تحبه , وأنت عبد لمن يحبك لأنه يحبك