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A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

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Khalil Gibran

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A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

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You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

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Poetry Is Not The Opinion Stated. It Is A Song That Appears Instead Of A Bloody Wound Or A Smiling Mouth.

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One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By Path Of Night.

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You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts.

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Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It Surrenders To Purses.

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It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

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Inspiration Will Always Sing; Inspiration Will Never Explain.

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He Who Listens To Truth Is Not Less Than He Who Utters Truth.

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For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

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He Who Requires Urging To Do A Noble Act Will Never Accomplish It.

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For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

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Love Is Trembling Happiness.

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

What Difference Is There Between Us, Save A Restless Dream That Follows My Soul But Fears To Come Near You?

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When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

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For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

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They Say: 'if A Man Knew Himself, He Would Know All Mankind.' I Say: 'if A Man Loved Mankind, He Would Know Something Of Himself.

Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

The Truly Great Man Is He Who Would Master No One, And Who Would Be Mastered By None.

Many Are The Places Of Worship, But Few Indeed Are Those Who Worship In Spirit And In Truth.

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.

My Brothers, Seek Counsel Of One Another, For Therein Lies The Way Out Of Error And Futile Repentance. The Wisdom Of The Many Is Your Shield Against Tyranny. For When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward. And There Are Those Who Give With Pain, And That Pain Is Their Baptism. And There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space. Through The Hands Of Such As These God Speaks, And From Behind Their Eyes He Smiles Upon The Earth.

Only Once Have I Been Made Mute. It Was When A Man Asked Me, 'who Are You?'

The Love Of A Parent For A Child Is The Love That Should Grow Towards Separation.

When Your Friend Speaks His Mind You Fear Not The 'nay' In Your Own Mind, Nor Do You Withhold The 'ay. And When He Is Silent Your Heart Ceases Not To Listen To His Heart; For Without Words, In Friendship, All Thoughts, All Desires, All Expectations Are Born And Shared, With Joy That Is Unacclaimed. When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.

Only Those Beneath Me Can Envy Or Hate Me. I Have Never Been Envied Nor Hated; I Am Above No One. Only Those Above Me Can Praise Or Belittle Me. I Have Never Been Praised Nor Belittled; I Am Below No One.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

Men Who Do Not Forgive Women Their Little Faults Will Never Enjoy Their Great Virtues.

My Proof Convinces The Ignorant, And The Wise Man's Proof Convinces Me. But He Whose Reasoning Falls Between Wisdom And Ignorance, I Neither Can Convince Him, Nor Can He Convince Me.

Which Of You Would Be Silent - When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

An Eye For An Eye, And The Whole World Would Be Blind.

Truth Is A Deep Kindness That Teaches Us To Be Content In Our Everyday Life And Share With The People The Same Happiness.

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

And As A Single Leaf Turns Not Yellow But With The Silent Knowledge Of The Whole Tree.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

That Deepest Thing, That Recognition, That Knowledge, That Sense Of Kinship Began The First Time I Saw You,and It Is The Same Now - Only A Thousand Times Deeper And Tenderer. I Shall Love You To Eternity. I Loved You Long Before We Met In This Flesh. I Knew That When I First Saw You. It Was Destiny. We Are Together Like This And Nothing Can Shake Us Apart.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

Clock Is Ticking

All Things In This Creation Exist Within You And All Things In You Exist In Creation; There Is No Border Between You And The Closest Things, And There Is No Distance Between You And The Farthest Things, And All Things, From The Lowest To The Loftiest, From The Smallest To The Greatest, Are Within You As Equal Things.

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.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

Have You Not Heard Of The Man Who Was Digging In The Earth For Roots And Found A Treasure?

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

When You Reach The Heart Of Life You Shall Find Beauty In All Things, Even In The Eyes That Are Blind To Beauty.

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