Kahlil Gibran Quotes - Page 5

و لا الجمال الصورة التي تودون لو تبصرونها، أو الأنشودة التي تتمنون أن تسمعونها
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Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

إن عقلكم و هواكم هما الدفة والشراع لنفسكم الماخرة عباب اليم

The lust for comfort kills the passions of the soul.

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.

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

Call me not wise unless you call all men wise. A young fruit am I, still clinging to the branch and it was only yesterday that I was a blossom. And call none among you foolish for we are neither wise nor foolish. We are green leaves upon the tree of life and surely life itself if beyond wisdom and surely beyond foolishness.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.

Vergnügen ist ein Lied der Freiheit, - Aber es ist keine Freiheit.

[I]hr könnt nur frei sein, wenn selbst der Wunsch, die Freiheit zu suchen, euch zum Zügel wird und wenn ihr aufhört, von Freiheit als Ziel und Erfüllung zu reden.

Der Gedanke ist ein Vogel, der Raum braucht und in einem Käfig von Worten zwar seine Flügel ausbreiten, aber nicht fliegen kann.

Das freieste Lied dringt nicht durch Gitter und Draht.