Gibran best liners

On Love
When Loves 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 winds lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you .
Even as he is for your growth so he is for your pruning


Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who longs for it than in the eyes of him who sees it.


'Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of seperation'


Hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness. Love that is cleansed by tears will remain externally pure and beautiful.


"Let there be spaces in your togetherness and lets the winds of Heaven dance between you...."


Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed


Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.

Nothing u become will disappoint me;i have no preconception that i'd like to see u be or do.i have no desire to forsee u,only to discover u.you can't disapoint me.


Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

every young man remembers his first love and tries to recapture that strange hour,the memory of which changes his deepest feeling and makes him so happy in spite of all the bitterness of its mystery

Madness is the first step towards unselfishness. Be mad and tell us what is behind the mask of sanity.

The purpose of life is to bring us closer to secrets and madness is the only means.

tell me, for loves sake! wat is that flame which burns in my heart and devours my strength and dissolves my will!?

i have learnt silence from the talkitive, patience from impatient n kindness from the unkind but yet i am ungrateful to all my teachers

In the heart of every winter there is a quivering spring,
behind the veil of darkness is the shimmering face of dawn.