Quotes of Gibran Khalil Gibran (M)


Madness is the first step towards unselfishness. Be mad and tell us what is behind the veil of "sanity". The purpose of life is to bring us closer to those secrets, and madness is the only means.


There is no affection purer and more sootihing to the spirit than the one hidden in the heart of a maiden who awakens suddenly and fills her own spirit with heavenly music that makes her days like poets' dreams and her nights prophetic.


I love mankind and I love equally all
Three human kinds...the one who
Blaspehmes life, the one who blesses
It , and the one who mediatates upon it.
I love the first for his misery and
The second for his generosity and the
Third for his perception and peace.


Marriage is the union of two divinities that a third might be born on earth. It is the union of two souls in a strong love for the abolishment of separateness. It is that higher unity which fuses th separate uniteis within the two spirits. it is the golden ring in a chain whose beginning is a glance, and whose ending is Eternity. It is the pure rain that falls from an unblemished sky to fructify and bless the files of divine Nature.


Do not be merciful, but be just, for mercy is bestowed upon the guilty criminal, while justice is all that an innocent man requires.


Life is not only a meriment;
Life is desire and determination.


He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.


This strange generation exists between sleeping and waking. It holds in its hands the soil of the past and the seeds of the future.


Oh spirits of the poets, who watch over us from the heaven of Eternity, we go to the alters you have adorned with the pearls of your thoughts and the gems of your souls because we are oppressed by the clang of steel and the clamour of factories. There fore our poems are as heavy as freight trains and as annoying as steam whistles.
And you, the real poets, forgive us. We belong in the New World where men run after worldly goods; and poetry, too, is a commodity today, and not a breathof immortality.


Modern vicilization has made woman a little wizser, but it has increased her suffering because of man's convetousness. The woman of yesterday was a happy wife, but the woman of today is a miserable mistress. In the past she walked blindly in the ligh, but now she walks open-eyed in the dark. She was beautiful in her ignorance, virtuous in her simplicity, and strong in her weakness. Today she has become ugly in her ingenuity, superficial and heartless in her knowledge. Will the day come when beauty and knowledge, ingenuity and virute, and wekness of body and strength of spirit will be united in a woman?


To be modest in speaking truth is hypocrisy.


Money! The source of insincere love; the sping of false light and fortune; the well of poisoned water; the desperation of old age!

Money is like a stringed instrument; he who does not know how to use it properly will hear only discordant music. MOney is like love; it kills slowly and painfyully one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow men.


The mother is every thing - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in mirsery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and gurads him constantly.
Everything in nature bespeaks the mother. The sun is the motehr of hte earth and gives it its nourishment of heat; it never leaves the universte at night until it has put the earth to sleep to the song of the sea and the hymn of the birds and brooks. And this earth is the motehr of trees and flowers. It produces them, nurses them, and weans them. The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds. And the motehr, the prototype of all existence, is the external spirit, full of beauty and love.


When God created Man, he gave him Music as a language different from all other languages. And early man sang her goory in the wilderness; and she drew the hearts of kings and moved them from their thrones.

The moaning flut is more divine
Than the golden cup of deep, red wine.

God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.