How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.
Kahlil GibranAnd what is fear of need but need itself?
Kahlil GibranTherefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’.
Kahlil GibranWhen 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.
Kahlil Gibranكثيرون هم الذين يتكلمون كالبحر لكن حياتهم فشبيهة بالمستنقعات
Kahlil Gibranبـالقلب نُـحب .. و بـالعقل نكره .. و بالاثنين نُصاب بالجنون !!~
Kahlil Gibranليس الجود أن تعطيني ما أنا أشدّ منك حاجة إليه ، وإنما الجود أن تعطيني ما أنت أشدّإليه حاجة مني
Kahlil Gibranباطلة هي الاعتقادات والتعاليم التي تجعل الانسان تعساً في حياته، وكذابة هي العواطف التي تقوده الى اليأس والحزن والشقاء لان واجب الانسان أن يكون سعيداً على الأرض وأن يعلم سبل السعادة ويكرر باسمها أينما كان.
Kahlil GibranHave you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain? Tell me, have you these in your houses? Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master? Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires. Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron. It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh. It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels. Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down. You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living. And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
Kahlil GibranFor if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive:
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