Kahlil Gibran quotes, with sources

Work is love made visible.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

Remembrance is a form of meeting.

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

Give me silence and I will outdare the night.

You are also as strong as your strongest link.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Love which is not always springing is always dying.

It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

A disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.

Life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields.

It takes two of us to discover truth: one to utter it and one to understand it.

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

No longing remains unfulfilled.

Self is a sea boundless and measureless.

You are good when you are one with yourself.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

Art is a step from nature toward the Infinite.

If it were not for guests, all houses would be graves.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Birth and death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

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

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.

What is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether?

Love is a word of light, written by a hand of light, upon a page of light.

How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts.

There are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

You are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.