The Prophet

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The Prophet
Khalil Gibran



  • The mind speaks not more sweetly to the giant Oaks than to the least of all blades of grass, And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving
  • You give but little when you give of your possessions, it is when you give of yourself that you truly give
  • What is fear of need but need itself?
  • It's well to give when asked, but it's better to give unasked.
  • All you have shall some day be given, therefor give now that the season of giving is yours and not your inherits. 
  •  Work with love, it is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart.
  • When you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when your dream was born 
  • Work is love made invisible, And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it's better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take the alms of those who work with joy 
  • Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
  • The self same well from which your laughs rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. 
  • The deeper the sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain.
  • Is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed  with knives. 
  • Joy and sorrow are inseparable, together they came and where one sits alone with you at the board remember that the other is asleep upon your bed     
  • The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.
  • No man can reveal aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge 
  • Ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation
  • When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him thought 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 
  • Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. 

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