اگر بتوانم در قلب یک انسان، گوشهی تازهای را به او بنمایانم، بیهوده نزیستهام
Kahlil Gibranنفرزندانتان از آنِ شما نیستند! آنها پسران و دخترانی هستندکه از خودشیفتگی زندگی، جان گرفتهاند. آنها به وسیله شما، و نه از شما شکل میگیرند، گرچه درکنار شما آسودهاند اما در تملک شما نیستند. شما مجازید که عشق خود را به ایشان هدیه کنید، نه افکارتان را، که آنها خود فکورند.
Kahlil GibranExtreme 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.
Kahlil GibranIf I extend an empty hand and in retrieving it and finding it still empty, I feel disappointment, that is foolishness; yet if I extend a hand which is full and yet find no one to receive it, then that is hopelessness.
Kahlil Gibranفالحب قد اعتق لساني فتكلمت، ومزق أجفاني فبكيت، وفتح حنجرتي فتنهدت وشكوت
Kahlil GibranSeven times I have despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbode for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
Kahlil GibranOftentimes we call Life bitter names, but only when we ourselves are bitter and dark. And we deem her empty and unprofitable, but only when the soul goes wandering in desolate places, and the heart is drunken with overmindfulness of self.
Life is deep and high and distant; and though only your vast vision can reach even her feet, yet she is near; and though only the breath of your breath reaches her heart, the shadow of your shadow crosses her face, and the echo of your faintest cry becomes a spring and an autumn in her breast.
And life is veiled and hidden, even as your greater self is hidden and veiled. Yet when Life speaks, all the winds become words; and when she speaks again, the smiles upon your lips and the tears in your eyes turn also into words. When she sings, the deaf hear and are held; and when she comes walking, the sightless behold her and are amazed and follow her in wonder and astonishment.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Kahlil GibranTag: communication thought bird
There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
Kahlil GibranTag: longing
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