50 phrases by Khalil Gibran to know more about this complete artist

All work is empty unless there is love.

I walk eternally along these beaches, between the sand and foam. The high tide will erase my footprints, and the wind will blow the foam. But the sea and the beach will remain eternally.

Snow and storms kill flowers, but nothing against seeds.

Love does not know its own intensity until the time of separation.

Earth is my home and humanity is my family.

How will you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their crimes?

Only the mute envy the talker.

Life can indeed be darkness if there is no will, but will is blind if there is no wisdom, wisdom is vain if there is no work, and work is empty if there is no love.

I consider myself a foreigner in any country, alien, to any race. For the earth is my homeland and all humanity is my people.

Love has no other desire than to reach its fullness.

And don’t forget that the earth loves to feel your bare feet and the winds eager to play with your hair.

You give little when you give of your goods. It’s when you give of yourself that you really give.

To depreciate, you have to be small.

Beauty is eternity looking in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

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

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

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Much of your pain is self-choice.

The deeper sadness penetrates your being, the more joy you can contain.

In fact, the craving for comfort kills the soul’s passion and then walks smiling at the funeral.

All work is empty, except when there is love. And when you work in love, you unite yourselves, and one another, and God.”

Love is the only flower that blooms without the help of the seasons.

You say: I will give only to those who need it. But your orchards do not say so; give to live on, for to retain is to perish.

The prisoner who has the door of his prison open and does not free himself is a coward.

Sadness is a wall between two gardens.

Some listen with their ears, others with their stomach, still others with their pockets, and there are those who hear absolutely nothing.

I learned silence from the talkers, tolerance from the intolerant, kindness from the wicked; and, strangely enough, I am not grateful to these teachers.

Exaggeration is the truth that has lost its temper.

I had a second birth when my soul and body fell in love and were married.

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

Your joy is your sadness unmasked.

Your soul is often a battleground, because your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Their hearts silently know the secrets of day and night.

When you love, you must not say, “God is in my heart”, but “I am in the heart of God”.

We wanderers, always seeking the loneliest way, do not begin any day where we end another day; and no sunrise finds us where the sunset left us.

Only when you drink from the river of silence will you really sing.

For life and death are one, just as the river and the sea are one.

He who cares more for one loses the love and faith of both.

The desire for comfort kills the passions of the soul.

God does not hear your words, except when He Himself utters them through your lips.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and censured my silent virtues.

Wisdom is the only wealth that tyrants cannot expropriate.

Beauty is life when it shows us its best face.

Every seed is a yearning.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt: it’s in our tears and in the sea.

Whoever gives you a snake when you ask for a fish, perhaps has nothing but snakes to give. It is, then, a generosity on your part.

When love makes a sign to you, follow it; though your ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, give yourselves up; though the sword hidden in its plumage may wound you.