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Generosity is not in giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is in giving me that which you need more than I do.
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giving
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Love provided me with a tongue and tears.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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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.
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dreams
love
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Kahlil Gibran |
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c121221
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
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beauty
inspiration
spiritual
flower
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Gibran Kahlil Gibran |
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Life is an island in an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, and flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Your life, my friend, is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains,secluded its happiness and far away in its ..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if to love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; to rest at noon and meditate love's ecstasy; to..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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w'yWu waldin l yashuqWu `lyh frqu bntih HtWa~ wlw kant dhahb@an l~ bayti jarih 'w l~ qaSri malkin? 'yWu rjulin l tarta`shu '`maqu nfsih bilGaSWati `indam yafSiluh namwsu lTaby`@i `n lbn@i lty l`abah Tifl@an whdhWabah SabiyWa@an wrafaqah mra'@? nWa kab@a lwldayn lzwaji lbn@i yuDr`u frHahum bizwaji lbn, l'nWa hadha uyksibu l`ay'l@a `uDwan jadydan, 'mWa dhak fyaslubuh `uDwan qadiyman `azyzan.
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جبران-خليل-جبران
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Kahlil Gibran |
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But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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When you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the ..
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work
inspirational
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Kahlil Gibran |
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The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless. Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth." Say not, "I have found the path of the soul..
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poetry
truth
growth
soul
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your rainment. For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. Some of you say 'It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear.' And I say, ..
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modesty
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Gibran Kahlil Gibran |
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Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody. But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements? Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafarin..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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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.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height ..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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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.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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fam 'Hl~ 'yWma lHubWi! wma '`dhaba 'Hlmah! wma 'mrWa lyalya lHuzni wma 'kthra makhwifah!
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جبران-خليل-جبران
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Have mercy on me, my Soul. You have shown me Beauty, But then concealed her. You and Beauty live in the light; Ignorance and I are bound together in the dark. Will e'er the light invade darkness? Your delight comes with the Ending, And you revel now in anticipation; But this body suffers with the life While in life. This, my Soul, is perplexing. You are hastening toward Eternity, But this body goes slowly toward perishment. You do not wait ..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to ..
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love
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Kahlil Gibran |
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13eb852
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Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
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satisfaction
nirvana
contentment
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Self is a sea boundless and measureless.
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introspect
limitless
measureless
introspective
endless
inner-life
self
sea
introspection
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Kahlil Gibran |
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169c5c4
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As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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2d07415
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l~ hdhh lshTan 's`~ l~ l'bd byn lrml ms`~ w byn lzabad swf yTG~ lmdW `l~ athr qdm~ fymHw m wjd w tTwWH lryH b`ydan b`ydan blzabad 'm lbHr w 'm lshTy' , fbqyn l~ l'bd
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رمل-و-زبد
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Kahlil Gibran |
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4d3ff6d
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A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
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reincarnation
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Kahlil Gibran |
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f1d870d
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My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear-a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do-for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action...
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madman
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Kahlil Gibran |
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97322ea
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Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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1893c2b
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Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?
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Kahlil Gibran |
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6ab963c
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Jesus was not sent here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold wretched huts and dismal hovels. He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an altar, and the mind a priest.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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d08abfe
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You often say,'I would give, but only to the deserving.' The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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n qlb lmr'@ l ytGyr m` lzmn wl ytHwl m` lfSwl, qlb lmr'@ ynz` Twylan wlknh l ymwt, qlb lmr'@ yshbh lbry@ lty ytkhdhh lnsn sH@ lHrwbh wmdhbHh, fhw yqtl` 'shjrh wyHrq '`shbh wylTkh Skhwrh bldm wyGrs trbth bl`Zm wljmjm, wlknh tbq~ hdy'@ skn@ mTmy'n@ wyZl yh lrby` rby`an wlkhryf khryfan l~ nhy@ ldhwr
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay." And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, ..
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Kahlil Gibran |
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A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, "I will have a camel for lunch today." And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again-and he said, "A mouse will do." --
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Kahlil Gibran |
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You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all.
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poetry
love
tolerance
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Kahlil Gibran |
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80d133f
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Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
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seasons
grief
sorrow
joy
life
acceptance
serenity
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Kahlil Gibran |
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42d148b
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We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!"
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Kahlil Gibran |
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nk ltu`Ty lqlyl Hyn tu`Ty mmW tmlk, fdh '`Tyta mn dhtk '`Tyta Hqan.
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. 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 y..
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sorrow
joy
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Kahlil Gibran |
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0c754eb
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Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.
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receiving
give
receive
giving
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Kahlil Gibran |