324 Quotes by Kahlil Gibran
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An old man likes to return in memory to the days of his youth like a stranger who longs to go back to his own country. He delights to tell stories of the past like a poet who takes pleasure in reciting his best poem. He lives spiritually in the past because the present passes swiftly, and the future seems to him an approach to the oblivion of the grave. An hour full of old memories passed like the shadows of the trees over the grass
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You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams
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Down to earth person have two hearts; one heart crying and the other patient.
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My being away from the city, living a simple, quiet, and orderly life near the sea and the woods, has stilled the palpitations of my heart.
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Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.You are the way and the wayfarers.And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone.Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.
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Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.
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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. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight
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Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?
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When secrets straiten the heart, when eyes are made raw by hot tears, and ribs nearly crack from the swelling of what is hidden in the breast, man can find no comfort but in words and complaint. Sorrow, my friend, is eased by complaint.
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