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And When You Crush An Apple With Your Teeth, Say To It In Your Heart: Your Seeds Shall Live In My Body, And The Buds Of Your Tomorrow Shall Blossom In My Heart, And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

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And When You Crush

Khalil Gibran

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And When You Crush An Apple With Your Teeth, Say To It In Your Heart: Your Seeds Shall Live In My Body, And The Buds Of Your Tomorrow Shall Blossom In My Heart, And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

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Music Is The Language Of The Spirit. It Opens The Secret Of Life Bringing Peace, Abolishing Strife.

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When You Are Sorrowful Look Again In Your Heart, And You Shall See That In Truth You Are Weeping For That Which Has Been Your Delight.

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A Teacher Can Only Lead You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

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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.

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

Tenderness And Kindness Are Not Signs Of Weakness And Despair, But Manifestations Of Strength And Resolution.

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And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

The Soul Is An Embryo In The Body Of Man, And The Day Of Death Is The Day Of Awakening, For It Is The Great Era Of Labour And The Rich Hour Of Creation.

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Forgetfulness Is A Form Of Freedom.

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.

God Has Created Several Doors Which Open Onto Truth. He Opens Them To All Those Who Knock On Them With The Hand Of Faith.

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Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing.

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A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You? You Who Travel With The Wind, What Weathervane Shall Direct Your Course? What Man's Law Shall Bind You If You Break Your Yoke But Upon No Man's Prison Door? What Laws Shall You Fear If You Dance But Stumble Against No Man's Iron Chains? And Who Is He That Shall Bring You To Judgment If You Tear Off Your Garment Yet Leave It In No Man's Path? People Of Orphalese, You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

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Behold, I Have Reached The Peak Of The Mountain And My Spirit Has Taken Flight In The Heavens Of Freedom And Liberation. I Have Gone Far, Far Away, O Children Of My Mother; The Hills Beyond The Mists Are Now Hidden From My View, The Last Traces Of The Valleys Have Been Flooded By The Ocean Of Serenity, And The Paths And Trails Have Been Erased By The Hand Of Oblivion. The Roar Of Ocean Waves Has Faded. I No Longer Hear Anything But The Anthem Of Eternity, Which Harmonizes With The Spirit.

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.

Your Joy Can Fill You Only As Deeply As Your Sorrow Has Carved You.

Oh Heart, If One Should Say To You That The Soul Perishes Like The Body, Answer That The Flower Withers, But The Seed Remains.

But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires: To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness. To Be Wounded By Your Own Understanding Of Love; And To Bleed Willingly And Joyfully. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving; To Rest At Noon Hour And Meditate Love's Ecstasy; To Return Home At Eventide With Gratitude; And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise On Your Lips.

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

Everyone Has Experienced That Truth: That Love, Like A Running Brook, Is Disregarded, Taken For Granted; But When The Brook Freezes Over, Then People Begin To Remember How It Was When It Ran, And They Want It To Run Again.

I Said To Life, I Would Hear Death Speak. And Life Raised Her Voice A Little Higher And Said, You Hear Him Now.

Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The Road And Calls Upon Us Publicly, But We Consider It False And Despise Its Adherents.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.

To Be Able To Look Back Upon Ones Life In Satisfaction, Is To Live Twice.

The Tiny Flame That Lights Up The Human Heart Is Like A Blazing Torch That Comes Down From Heaven To Light Up The Paths Of Mankind. For In One Soul Are Contained The Hopes And Feelings Of All Mankind.

The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.

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

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

If You Cannot But Weep When Your Soul Summons You To Prayer, She Should Spur You Again And Yet Again, Though Weeping, Until You Shall Come Laughing

Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled Soil, Or Like The Human Body That Lacks Nourishment.

Zeal Is A Volcano, The Peak Of Which The Grass Of Indecisiveness Does Not Grow.

Generosity Is Not Giving Me That Which I Need More Than You Do, But It Is Giving Me That Which You Need More Than I Do.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

What Of The Old Serpent Who Cannot Shed His Skin, And Calls All Others Naked And Shameless?

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

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

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.

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.

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.

Desire Is Half Of Life, Indifference Is Half Of Death.

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

The Very Strength That Protects The Heart From Injury Is The Strength That Prevents The Heart From Enlarging To Its Intended Greatness Within. The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

It Was But Yesterday I Thought Myself A Fragment Quivering Without Rhythm In The Sphere Of Life. Now I Know That I Am The Sphere, And All Life In Rhythmic Fragments Moves Within Me.

And That Which Sings And Contemplates In You Is Still Dwelling Within The Bounds Of That First Moment Which Scattered The Stars Into Space.

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And One Afire. Love Is The Fiery Half. Make Me, O Lord, Food For The Flames.

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.

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love What The People Abhor And To Show Good Will Toward The One They Hate. It Showed Me That Love Is A Property Not Of The Lover But Of The Beloved. Before My Soul Taught Me, Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo; Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompasses Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

Take Then This Book, Look Into It, And Show Me When Jesus Was Not Forgiving. Read This Diving Tragedy And Tell Me Where He Speaks Without Mercy And Compassion. You Visit Not The Sick And The Imprisoned; Nor Do You Feed The Hungry Or Give Refuge To The Stranger Or Comfort To The Mourner.

If I Could Take Your Troubles I Would Toss Them Into The Sea, But All These Things I'm Finding Are Impossible For Me. I Cannot Build A Mountain Or Catch A Rainbow Fair, But Let Me Be What I Know Best, A Friend That Is Always There.

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