Quotes from Khalil Gibran

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.... [A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

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

If the grandfather of the grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within him, he would have stood humble and awe-struck before his soul.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

Time has been transformed, and we have changed it has advanced and set us in motion it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.

If it were not for guests all houses would be graves.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

[A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

Love is trembling happiness.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

The highest virtue here may be least in another world.

Love has no 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.

Comfort murders the passion of the soul, then walks grinning at the funeral.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

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.

The envier praises me unknowingly.

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

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.