Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
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. […]
Aye, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff. And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak […]
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
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 […]
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. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)