Kahlil Gibran

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction is to live twice.

If you love somebody let them go, for if they return they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls, the most massive characters are seared with scars.

In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of the people’s wrath.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

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

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

Every man loves two women; the one is the creation of his imagination and the other is not yet born.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and, though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

Trust in dreams for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed: For love is sufficient unto love.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.