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ksjanes · 25 days
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“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.” ― Kahlil Gibran
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reality-detective · 1 month
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Your children are NOT your children.
They are sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you, but not from you, and although they are with you, they are not yours.
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts.
You can welcome their bodies, but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them, but don't try to make them like you.
Because, life doesn't go back and remember yesterday.
You are the bows, from which your children are sent forth as living arrows.
The archer sees a target in the infinity path, and draws you with his power, making his arrows fly fast and far.
Let your bow be aimed at the joy of the archer's hand; Because, just as he loves a flying arrow, he also loves a strong bow.
- Khalil Gibran
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maihonhassan · 4 months
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In English We Say:
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
- Kahlil Gibran
But In Urdu We Say:
"Kon seekha hai sirf baaton se, sab ko ek hadsa zaroori hai."
- Atbaf Abrak
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dasenergi · 1 year
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Artist: Charles Piazzi Smyth - The Great Comet of 1843
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“ Silence illuminates our soul. whispers to our heart and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of Spirit and brings us closer to Heaven. It makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that the world is only a place of exile.”
- Kahil Gibran
[Jim Fagiolo]
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julesofnature · 1 year
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It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages. And in front of her, she sees an ocean so vast, that to enter there seems nothing more than to disappear forever. But there is no other way. The river can not go back. Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence. The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean because only then will fear disappear, because that’s where the river will know it’s not about disappearing into the ocean, but of becoming the ocean.
Kahil Gibran
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scogito · 11 months
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"L'uomo è due uomini; l'uno è sveglio nel buio, l'altro è addormentato nella luce".
(K. Gibran)
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trogo-auto-egocratico · 5 months
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Cierto día pasó un perro sabio cerca de un grupo de gatos.
Al acercarse y ver que estaban muy entretenidos y despreocupados de su presencia, se detuvo.
Al instante, se levantó en medio del grupo un gato grande y grave, el cual miró a todos y dijo:
-Hermanos, orad; y cuando hayáis rezado una y otra vez, sin dudar de nada, en verdad lloverán ratas.
Y el perro, al oír esto, riose en su corazón y se alejó, diciendo:
-¡Ah! Ciegos y locos gatos, ¿acaso no fue escrito y no he sabido yo y mis antepasados antes de mí, que lo que llueve merced a las oraciones, a la fe y a las súplicas, no son ratas, sino huesos?
Gibrán Jalil Gibrán
Perro sabio.
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deadnburied13 · 6 months
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Travel and tell no one,
live a true love story and tell no one,
live happily and tell no one,
people ruin beautiful things.
- Kahil Gibran
- Pokhara Valley, Nepal c.1971
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reality-detective · 7 months
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masgwi · 8 months
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weusedtobegiants · 2 years
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By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.
Kahlil Gibran, from The Prophet
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yourtrashcollector · 8 months
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I vostri figli non sono figli vostri.
Sono i figli e le figlie del desiderio che la vita ha di sé stessa.
Essi non provengono da voi, ma attraverso di voi.
E sebbene stiano con voi, non vi appartengono.
Potete dar loro tutto il vostro amore, ma non i vostri pensieri.
Perché essi hanno i propri pensieri.
Potete offrire dimora ai loro corpi,
ma non alle loro anime.
Perché le loro anime abitano la casa del domani,
che voi non potete visitare, neppure nei vostri sogni.
Potete sforzarvi di essere simili a loro,
ma non cercare di renderli simili a voi.
Perché la vita non torna indietro e non si ferma a ieri.
Voi siete gli archi dai quali i vostri figli, come frecce viventi, sono scoccati.
L’Arciere vede il bersaglio sul percorso dell’infinito, e con la Sua forza vi piega affinché le Sue frecce vadano veloci e lontane.
Lasciatevi piegare con gioia dalla mano dell’Arciere.
Poiché così come ama la freccia che scocca, così Egli ama anche l’arco che sta saldo.
Kahlil Gibran, I figli
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unbecoming-kiley · 1 year
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“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”
- Kahil Gibran
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queen-bi-blog · 2 years
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And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.
- Khalil Gibran
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catmint1 · 9 months
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Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave and eats a bread it does not harvest. Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening. Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block. Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, and farewells him with hooting, only to welcome another with trumpeting again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
—Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet
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