#khalil gilbran

[palatinewolfsblog]

Do not live half a life

and do not die a half death.

If you choose silence, then be silent.

When you speak, do so until you are finished.

If you accept, then express it bluntly.

Do not mask it.

If you refuse then be clear about it

for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance.

Do not accept half a solution.

Do not believe half truths.

Do not dream half a dream.

Do not fantasize about half hopes.

Half the way will get you nowhere.

You are a whole that exists to live a life

not half a life.

Khalil Gibran.

#quote of the day #quote of today #inspirational quotes #khalil gilbran #life #death #silence #speech #acceptance #refusal #clarity #ambiguity #solutions #truths #dreams #fantasy #ways #a whole life #a life with a meaning #a life worth living

[lesportesdelaudela]

Le mariage

Le Prophète                                               et                                     Le jardin du Prophète                               Alors Almitra parla de nouveau et dit,                                 Et le Mariage, Maître ?Et il répondit, disant ;     Vous êtes nés ensemble et ensemble vous resterez pour toujours.     Vous resterez ensemble quand les blanches ailes de la mort…

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#khalil gilbran #mariage #spirituel

[abdou-lorenzo]

Un homme qui ne supporte pas les petits défauts d'une femme

ne pourra jamais jouir de ses grandes vertus....🥀🍀✨💞

Khalil Gilbran

[omundoalemdaspalavras]

"Dizem que antes de um rio entrar no mar, ele treme de medo. Olha para trás, para toda jornada que percorreu, para os cumes, as montanhas, para o longo caminho sinuoso que trilhou através de florestas e povoados, e vê à sua frente um oceano tão vasto, que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre. Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar. Ninguém pode voltar. Voltar é  impossível na existência. O rio precisa se arriscar e entrar no oceano.  Somente ao entrar no oceano, o medo irá desaparecer, porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas de tornar-se oceano".

(Osho, citando Khalil Gilbran)

[eutyloveforever]

" Dizem que antes de um rio entrar no mar, ele treme de medo. Olha para trás, para toda jornada que percorreu, para os cumes, as montanhas, para o longo caminho sinuoso que trilhou através de florestas e povoados, e vê à sua frente um oceano tão vasto, que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre. Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar. Ninguém pode voltar. Voltar é impossível na existência. O rio precisa se arriscar e entrar no oceano. Somente ao entrar no oceano o medo irá desaparecer, porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas de tornar- se oceano."

(Khalil Gilbran)

Não podemos viver 2023 novamente, mas 2024 é o nosso oceano possível.

Siga além de sí mesmo.

FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!

[kytannaf]

" Dizem que antes de um rio entrar no mar, ele treme de medo. Olha para trás, para toda jornada que percorreu, para os cumes, as montanhas, para o longo caminho sinuoso que trilhou através de florestas e povoados, e vê à sua frente um oceano tão vasto, que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre. Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar. Ninguém pode voltar. Voltar é impossível na existência. O rio precisa se arriscar e entrar no oceano. Somente ao entrar no oceano o medo irá desaparecer, porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas de tornar- se oceano. " (Osho, citando Khalil Gilbran) Que 2023 seja um oceano de possibilidades!!! 🫶🏽 Feliz 2023✨ #kytannaf #anonovo #bruxaky #vinhamorena #2023 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm4Bp4RO223F7zf3AVHHNtE6iuoh6NB2bSlELQ0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#kytannaf #anonovo #bruxaky #vinhamorena #2023

[marcoacf]

Dizem que antes de um rio entrar no mar, ele treme de medo. Olha para trás, para toda jornada que percorreu, para os cumes, as montanhas,  para o longo caminho sinuoso que trilhou através de florestas e povoados, e vê  à  sua frente um oceano tão vasto, que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre. Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar. Ninguém pode voltar. Voltar é  impossível na existência. O rio precisa se arriscar e entrar no oceano.  Somente ao entrar no oceano o medo irá desaparecer, porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas de tornar- se oceano.

Khalil Gilbran

[rodrigoss12]

" Dizem que antes de um rio entrar no mar, ele treme de medo. Olha para trás, para toda a jornada que percorreu, para os cumes, as montanhas, para o longo caminho sinuoso que trilhou através de florestas e povoados, e vê à sua frente um oceano tão vasto, que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre. Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar. Ninguém pode voltar. Voltar é impossível na existência. O rio precisa arriscar-se e entrar no oceano. Somente ao entrar no oceano o medo irá desaparecer, porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas de tornar- se oceano. " Khalil Gilbran Via #catarinabandeirafigueiredo @todomundo

#@todomundo

[ianthedisastrous]

“Kindness is not a sign of weakness and despair, but rather a manifestation of strength and resolution.” ~ Khalil Gilbran

Iandore Lightfoot Nicknames: Ian Magic Status: Sorcerer & Elf (both public knowledge to town natives) Nationality: American/British Ethnicity: Arcadian (Eclipse Court)/Native American/Latino/White   Accent: Fairly thickly Detroit Height: 5′11" Build: Athletic/slender Complexion: Tan Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color/Length/Style: Blue (permanent spell), wavy/curly and generally short and messy Tattoos: Blue butterfly on his left shoulder, matches Tony and Elionwy's in design. Book and blue crescent moon tattoo at the base of the back of his neck. Piercings: Both earlobes, usually wears black 0G eyelets or the moon plugs Eilonwy gifted him. Daily Jewelry: Woven leather and glass bracelet that is enchanted to store his sorcerer's staff. Hand woven bracelet with crystals that was given to him by his mentor, Martin, on the same wrist as the one with his staff.  What would you find if you Googled them? His instagram and Twitter, maybe if you dug really deep some mention of Wilden Lightfoot's pro-magick advocacy in the US years ago or the Lightfoot name once being prominent in the magick community before they became very reclusive, but most of that info would take effort to find and most articles list Wilden as having children but not Ian or Barley's name directly.

People with access to older articles in Boiling Isles might come across mention of the Lightfoot name in connection with the Blights due to Linden Lightfoot's criminal record there.

What natives would know about them:

Has lived in town longer than he did in the States (since 2011) but hasn't been very involved in anything around town until the past few years, so not much. People he went to Secondary with (Graduated 2020) might remember he was out of school for most of the year when he was seventeen due to a 'magic-related accident'.

Currently works at Ruff to Fluff (front desk, groomer, dog trainer) and has returned to Pride U (Psychology major) after a year absence to focus on on his magic.

He is known to be the apprentice of Martin Ambrosius, and by proxy a memeber of the Coven of Owls, as well as an Animation sorcerer in training, as well as an elf. 

In May of 2023 he broke a long-standing curse, freeing his boyfriend, Tony Rydinger, from magic that had held him captive repeating the same year for decades. In the process also releasing the town as a whole from the effects of the curse and returning their memories of Tony. While it’s not directly proven, it is speculated by the sorcerer community that breaking the curse was his doing, shedding some light on his surprisingly strong magic ability.  

Other:

Elves are extremely uncommon overall so his family is a bit unusual being openly known as such around town. His mother Laurel (family NPC) still maintains most of her human glamor (the exception being her violet eyes most of the time) while Ian being a half elf doesn't have this skill but has a predominately human appearance; his elven features are mostly only visually notable in his curved ears and occasional color shift to lavender in his eyes when he uses magic.

The magick community can easily identify him as a sorcerer, but not as an elf. The latter isn't actually identifiable by magic other than with other elves or the High Fey; most other fae species can sense he's not human but only in the vague 'something fae' way.

His reagents read very oddly to other sorcerers/other magicks who can sense them though due to his magic lineage being from two separate species.

[Elf Lore] [Magic Info] [Family Info]

#at a glance #ian inspo

[maxciliegie]

La poesia

La poesia è il salvagente cui mi aggrappo quando tutto sembra svanire. Quando il mio cuore gronda per lo strazio delle parole che feriscono, dei silenzi che trascinano verso il precipizio. Quando sono diventato così impenetrabile che neanche l'aria riesce a passare.

Khalil Gilbran

#Khalil Gilbran

[mjfite-blog]

What Are Four Ways You Can Conquer the Perplexed?

How can you conquer the perplexed? Read here to learn how to conquer what has you perplexed!

“Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.” -Khalil Gilbran

Keep this in mind when it comes to you trying to understand things and people who may seem perplexed to you.

Nobody likes to be perplexed on a regular basis, but the reality is that life will keep us perplexed daily with people and things that will leave us scratching our heads and confused. In today’s inspiration, we will discuss:

Wha…

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#Clarity #Conquer #Daily Post #Khalil Gilbran #Michael Fite #Michael J. Fite #Perplexed #postaday #Understanding

[lesportesdelaudela]

Parlez nous de vêtements

  Le Prophète                                             et                                       Le jardin du Prophète                 Et le tisserand dit, Parlez-nous de Vêtements.       Et il répondit :        Vos vêtements dissimulent une grande part de votre beauté, mais ils ne cachent pas ce qui n’est pas beau.        Et bien que vous cherchiez en vos vêtements l’abri de votre intimité,…

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#khalil gilbran #spirituel

[ida-lily-dang]

Ever has it been that loves knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Khalil Gilbran

#poetry #beautiful quote #inspiration #quote #writing

[jewishzevran]

build me up from bones

After a night of wine and laughter, Pippa Hawke and Fenris share their first kiss. [ao3]

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything but to be okay. ~ Khalil Gilbran

The fire was still flooding the room with warmth, and Pippa leaned closer, eyes heavy lidded from the wine, and fixed on Fenris' mouth. Their lips met, and for a second, she was breathless, but then Fenris pulled away and she looked up to see him rigid in his chair, boring a hole through the floor with his stare, resolutely not looking at her.

Embarrassment washed over Pippa in waves, and tears burnt in her eyes as she stumbled over half formed apologies and got clumsily to her feet, just about ready to jump into the harbour. At the last second, a hand snapped out to grab her wrist and she froze.

"Don't go." 

”Don’t go.” Fenris pleaded, so quietly she could barely hear him over the crackle of the flames. Pippa paced backwards until she was level with his chair, and waited, stomach still lurching and shame still prickling up the back of her neck. Fenris released her. "I was a slave. I won't bore you with the details, but I'm... not used to people asking for my permission."

He still couldn't meet her eye, and her heart ached for him. "Fenris," she said quietly, "I want you to know I won't ever do anything you don't want me to."

He flinched at that, curling in on himself a little. "Don't -" he said before making a visible effort to stop himself speaking, to sit up and look - not at her, but at least in her direction. "That's what I mean," he continued, hands fisting in the lavish velvet of his seat. "I don't – I can handle cruelty, or violence, or indifference, even. But I - I don't know what to do when someone is kind to me. Everything I've learned just tells me it's a trap."

Pippa perched gingerly on the edge of the table. "Do you want to kiss me?" She asked, gently, patiently.

"Yes," Fenris breathed, finally looking up and meeting her gaze. "Very much."

Pippa couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. "Do you want to take the lead then? You kiss, I kiss. You stop, I stop." She smiled encouragingly.

Fenris' brow slowly unfurrowed as he processed her words. "I... yes. All right." He slowly got to his feet, standing in front of Pippa and taking a long, steadying breath, before leaning down to brush his lips against hers.

As their mouths met, warmth flooded through Pippa. Even chaste like this, the gesture felt heady and sweet. Fenris' arms remained at his side, so Pippa kept hers in her lap despite an overwhelming urge to pull him down by his shirt and kiss him until she was dizzy. Still, she couldn't stop herself smiling so wide her cheeks ached.

Fenris pulled away, looking a little perplexed.

"All right?" Pippa asked.

"You're smiling."

"Yes," she replied, unable to refrain from teasing, "That tends to be the reaction when I'm happy."

Fenris' mouth twitched at the corners in response, and it only made the butterflies in her stomach multiply. "You liked it, then?"

"I did," she murmured, suddenly aware of how close his face still was to hers. "And you?"

Fenris reached up to gently cup her cheek, humming appreciatively. “I did.” His thumb stroked over her skin, and when he spoke again, his voice was practically a purr. “May I… do it again?”

Pippa nodded, tilting her head up in invitation, and when Fenris covered her mouth with his this time, she couldn’t help but let out a little moan against his lips. Her face felt hot where he was touching it, and then he inhaled sharply and deepened the kiss, his other hand coming to rest on her back, pulling her closer. She made a small noise of surprise when she felt his tongue, but it quickly shifted to a soft moan, and she mirrored him, placing her hand on his face. He flinched a little in surprise, but didn’t pull away, continuing to kiss her with a desire so tangible it made her clothes feel far too tight. She was aching for more, wanted to ravish him right there on the rug in front of the fire and trail her tongue down his chest, but she’d be damned if she let her enthusiasm push Fenris into something he wasn’t ready for, and given that this was undoubtedly the most wonderful kiss she’d ever experienced, it was easy to suppress those urges, and store them away for another time.

When Fenris finally pulled away, Pippa chased his lips with a small noise of protest, before opening her eyes and blushing, ducking her head with a shy smile as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Fenris was frowning a little, and Pippa regarded him questioningly.

“What is it?”

“It didn’t hurt,” he murmured, only half looking at her. Pippa tilted her head slightly, and Fenris continued. “The tattoos, they - if someone touches them, it’s unpleasant. Mostly, it’s just discomfort, like an old injury that hasn’t quite healed. Sometimes it’s painful.” He held his hand out, staring at the white, vein-like markings stark against his palm. “But it didn’t hurt when you touched them.” He looked up, eyes meeting Pippa’s, and she felt her stomach lurch.

Without breaking his gaze, she very slowly took her hand, and traced the lines from the base of Fenris’ palm to his fingertips. He inhaled sharply, and Pippa immediately withdrew, but he shook his head and reached out his other hand to cling to hers.

“Don’t-” His eyes flicked down to where his fingers curled around her wrist, breathing heavily, and shaking ever so slightly. “Please, Pippa,” he breathed. “Do it again.” He pulled her hand up to his face to touch the lines on his chin, “Here. Please.”

“Fenris-”

“Please.” He urged.

Pippa relented, and feather-light, ran the pad of her thumb over the markings. Fenris inhaled again, and Pippa watched in surprise as his eyes fluttered a little, and he leant into the touch. “What is it?” She asked, softly.

“It’s… good.” Fenris said, as she continued to gently brush over his skin.

Pippa blinked. “You… you like it?”

Fenris nodded, and slowly lifted her hand away from his face so he could press his palm flat against hers, sighing again softly at the touch. “It doesn’t hurt,” he repeated, voice full of wonder, an almost child-like awe on his face as he stared at their hands.

Before Pippa could ask anymore questions, or work through the implications of what had passed between them, the markings on the back of his hand began to glow. In fact, his entire body lit up. Not the searing blue she had become accustomed to in battle, but a gentle luminescence, like soft candlelight from behind a linen screen. Pippa was awestruck, but when Fenris noticed, he started and jumped back, staring at his hands in confusion and slowly dawning horror.

“What is this?!”

The light was already fading, like it was sinking back into his skin, and sensing his growing terror, Pippa launched forward and grabbed one of his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his palm and then clutching it tightly. “Fenris, Fenris it’s alright. You’re safe, I promise, you’re safe.” When Fenris caught her eye, the fear in his eyes began to subside and his breathing returned to normal. Pippa held his gaze. “You’re safe.” She repeated, smiling reassuringly, and reached up to cup his cheek. He smiled back, and as the tension left his shoulders, the glow returned, not as brightly as before, but unmistakable, and Fenris shimmered in front of her like starlight on a lake. It was the most beautiful thing Pippa had ever seen.

“What’s happening to me?” He asked hoarsely, clutching Pippa so tightly he was threatening to cut off the blood supply to her fingers.

“This has never happened before?” Pippa asked.

Fenris shook his head. “No.”

They remained in silence for a long while, before Pippa began to speak slowly, ideas forming as she spoke them aloud. “"Fenris," she asked carefully, "have you... has anyone ever touched you because you wanted them to? Really wanted, not just... because you couldn't say no?" Fenris frowned at her, and Pippa carried on. “Your markings are everywhere. It’s hard not to touch you without making contact with them somehow. And for most of your life, whenever someone put their hands on you, it was unwelcome. You didn’t want it. Then you were fighting to survive and in battle and people were trying to take you back to Tevinter, so - could it - is it possible that the markings don’t always hurt, but just when they are touched without permission? When the touch is unsolicited?” Fenris remained quiet, staring at his hands and processing Pippa’s words, and the silence encouraged her to continue. “Could it be that this is how they react when you want someone to touch them? When you’re happy?”

Fenris continued to stare at his hands in silence for so long that Pippa was afraid she’d broken him, but then the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk and he looked up at her. “Pippa, if you wanted to know if I fancied you, there were much easier ways to find out.”

Pippa started to laugh, and it was so infectious that Fenris joined in. She’d never been so delighted to be teased in her life. “Well,” she says, wiping a tear from her eye, “Carver always said I had a knack for turning men on, you’re just the first person to take it literally.”

Both of them collapsed into giggles again, and Fenris stepped back between her legs and pulled her in tightly against his chest, still chuckling heartily. “I knew you were going to be trouble as soon as I set eyes on you, Miss Hawke.”

“How dare you,” Pippa said, muffled against his shirt. “I am a delight.”

“Yes you are.” Fenris agreed, and Pippa could hear the smile in his voice.

She pulled back, and smiled at him coyly, her eyes as sultry and seductive as she could make them. “Trouble or no, you still wanted to kiss me.”

“Yes I did,” Fenris said, leaning closer and tilting her chin up with the side of his finger. “And I find myself very much wanting to do so again.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Pippa murmured, and Fenris’ reply was to close the gap between them and press their lips together, and he shone so brightly that Pippa could still see it behind her closed eyes.

#fenhawke #fenris x hawke #hawke #f!hawke #fenris #pippa x fenris #ash writes

[mindblindbard]

1) Don't mind me here, just reporting a typo. When we get to pick a book from Kim's bookcase, we could choose Khalil Gibran's book "Thoughts and Meditations", except that it was written Gilbran instead of Gibran. Now on an unrelated note : I was gonna say that Kahlil should have been written Khalil, but I did a quick check, and found that he is refered as Kahlil Gibran in English litterature, which forgo the sound 'Kh’ (خ ), due to it being misinterpreted or misspelled innumerable times

2) in America, he had to submit to Westernize his name to Kahlil early on at school, because his teacher found it odd that his first name is the same as his surname, ( yes his name is actually Jubran Khalil Jubran ), the school also gave him the American form and spelling of his last name, Gibran. So what remains is the misspelled form of his name: Kahlil Gibran, which in arabic is pronounced Khalīl (خليل) Jubrān (جبران) , but due to Kh' having no equivalent sound in English,

Didn’t know that about his name! Thanks for telling me--I fixed the typo :)

In this particular case, the addition "l" was the result of my own habitual brain snafu. Whenever I read words that have several l/is repeated (like in Kahlil), my brain then inserts additional Ls into following word. I don't notice that I'm doing this, because Gilbran and Gibran look 100% identical to me. Except when writing this on tumblr, Gilbran has a red line under it.

Vertical lines = Houdini.

I'm explaining this so that Mind Blind's beta readers can be on the lookout for other lonely L's wandering where they shouldn't and let me know, because it's not something I can catch by myself.

#Typo Terminated!

[9ben]

El miedo. Khalil Gilbran.

“Dicen que antes de entrar en el mar, EL RIO tiembla de miedo...

Mira para atrás, para ver todo lo recorrido, a las cumbres y las montañas, hacia el largo y sinuoso camino que atravesó entre selvas y pueblos...

y mira hacia adelante y ve un océano tan extenso, que entrar en él es nada más que desaparecer para siempre.

Pero no existe otra manera.

El río no puede volver. Nadie puede volver. Volver es imposible en la existencia.

El río precisa arriesgarse y entrar al océano.

Solamente al entrar en él, el miedo desaparecerá, porque apenas en ese momento, sabrá que no se trata de desaparecer en él, sino volverse océano.”

#espiritualidad #vida #vivir #camino #verdad #mensaje #tiempo #momento #reflexion #miedo #valor #experiencia #arriesgarse