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Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

-Khalil Gibran

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Extreme Torture Is Mute,

Khalil Gibran

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Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

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All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

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He That Tries To Seize An Opportunity After It Has Passed Him By Is Like One Who Sees It Approach But Will Not Go To Meet It.

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When You Have Grasped A Problem Clearly, Face It With Resolution, For That Is The Way Of The Strong.

To Love Life Through Our Labor Is To Be Intimate With Life's Inmost Secrets.

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A Man's True Wealth Is The Good He Does In The World.

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Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

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Verily The Kindness That Gazes Upon Itself In A Mirror Turns To Stone, And A Good Deed That Calls Itself By Tender Names Becomes The Parent To A Curse.

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Perhaps Time’s Definition Of Coal Is The Diamond.

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Persecution Cannot Harm Him Who Stands By Truth. Did Not Socrates Fall Proudly A Victim In Body? Was Not Paul Stoned For The Sake Of The Truth? It Is Our Inner Selves That Hurt Us When We Disobey It, And It Kills Us When We Betray It.

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Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

Life Without Liberty Is Like A Body Without Spirit. Liberty Without Thought Is Like A Disturbed Spirit.

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And What Word Is Knowledge But A Shadow Of Wordless Knowledge?

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You, The Strong, Have I Loved, Though The Marks Of Your Iron Hoofs Are Yet Upon My Flesh.

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I Purified My Lips With Sacred Fire That I Might Speak Of Love, But When I Opened My Mouth To Speak, I Found Myself Mute.

The Eye Of A Human Being Is A Microscope, Which Makes The World Seem Bigger Than It Really Is.

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Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes Naught But From Itself.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

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Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

To Understand The Heart And Mind Of A Person, Look Not At What He Has Already Achieved, But At What He Aspires To.

The Just Is Close To The People's Heart, But The Merciful Is Close To The Heart Of God.

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The Veil That Clouds Your Eyes Shall Be Lifted By The Hands That Wove It.

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Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

Come With Us To The Field, Or Go With Our Brothers To The Sea And Cast Your Net. For The Land And The Sea Shall Be Bountiful To You Even As To Us.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

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Disagreement May Be The Shortest Cut Between Two Minds.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?

Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But Makes Your Seeds Grow.

And You Would Accept The Seasons Of Your Heart Just As You Have Always Accepted That Seasons Pass Over Your Fields And You Would Watch With Serenity Through The Winters Of Your Grief.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

If The Other Person Injures You, You May Forget The Injury; But If You Injure Him You Will Always Remember.

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy. For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger. And If You Grudge The Crushing Of The Grapes, Your Grudge Distils A Poison In The Wine. And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.

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

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

Love Is The Only Freedom In The World Because It So Elevates The Spirit That The Laws Of Humanity And The Phenomena Of Nature Do Not Alter Its Course.

You Shall Be Free Indeed When Your Days Are Not Without A Care, Nor Your Nights Without A Want And A Grief, But Rather When These Things Girdle Your Life And Yet You Rise Above Them Naked And Unbound.

Pain And Foolishness Lead To Great Bliss And Complete Knowledge, For Eternal Wisdom Created Nothing Under The Sun In Vain.

God Created Music As A Common Language For All Men. It Inspires The Poets, The Composers And The Architects. It Lures Us To Search Our Souls For The Meaning Of The Mysteries Described In Ancient Books.

Safeguarding The Rights Of Others Is The Most Noble And Beautiful End Of A Human Being.

History Does Not Repeat Itself Except In The Minds Of Those Who Do Not Know History.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain... When You Are Joyous Look Deep Into Your Heart And You Will Find That It Is Only That Which Has Given You Sorrow That Is Giving You Joy.

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And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.

In Every Aspect Of The Day Jesus Was Aware Of The Father. He Beheld Him In The Clouds And In The Shadows Of The Clouds That Pass Over The Earth.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children. And Look Into Space; You Shall See Him Walking In The Cloud, Outstretching His Arms In The Lightning And Descending In Rain. You Shall See Him Smiling In Flowers, Then Rising And Waving His Hands In Trees.

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.

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

Thought Provoking

I Discovered The Secret Of The Sea In Meditation Upon A Dewdrop.

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

Your Thought Describes Laws, Courts, Judges, Punishments. Mine Explains That When Man Makes A Law, He Either Violates It Or Obeys It. If There Is A Basic Law, We Are All One Before It. He Who Disdains The Mean Is Himself Mean. He Who Vaunts His Scorn Of The Sinful Vaunts His Disdain Of All Humanity.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

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 Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

Vain Are The Beliefs And Teachings That Make Man Miserable, And False Is The Goodness That Leads Him Into Sorrow And Despair, For It Is Man's Purpose To Be Happy On This Earth And Lead The Way To Felicity And Preach Its Gospel Wherever He Goes. He Who Does Not See The Kingdom Of Heaven In This Life Will Never See It In The Coming Life. We Came Not Into This Life By Exile, But We Came As Innocent Creatures Of God, To Learn How To Worship The Holy And Eternal Spirit And Seek The Hidden Secrets Within Ourselves From The Beauty Of Life.

Madness Is The First Step Towards Unselfishness. Be Mad And Tell Us What Is Behind The Veil Of "sanity". The Purpose Of Life Is To Bring Us Closer To Those Secrets, And Madness Is The Only Means.

All Can Hear, But Only The Sensitive Can Understand.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

My Friend, I Am Not What I Seem. Seeming Is But A Garment I Wear — A Care-woven Garment That Protects Me From Thy Questionings And Thee From My Negligence. The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

Work Is Love Made Visible.

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Coming Generations Will Learn Equality From Poverty, And Love From Woes.

Then A Lawyer Said, But What Of Our Laws, Master? And He Answered: 'you Delight In Laying Down Laws. Yet You Delight More In Breaking Them.

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.

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.

Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness; But We Flee From Her In Fear, Or Hide In The Darkness; Or Else Pursue Her, To Do Evil In Her Name.

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

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.

Learn The Words Of Wisdom Uttered By The Wise And Apply Them In Your Own Life. Live Them - But Do Not A Make A Show Of Reciting Them, For He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass Loaded With Books.

Words Of Wisdom

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

Youth Is A Beautiful Dream, On Whose Brightness Books Shed A Blinding Dust. Will Ever The Day Come When The Wise Link The Joy Of Knowledge To Youth's Dream? Will Ever The Day Come When Nature Becomes The Teacher Of Man, Humanity His Book And Life His School? Youth's Joyous Purpose Cannot Be Fulfilled Until That Day Comes. Too Slow Is Our March Toward Spiritual Elevation, Because We Make So Little Use Of Youth's Ardor.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful. And Though You Seek In Garments The Freedom Of Privacy, You May Find In Them A Harness And A Chain. Would That You Could Meet The Sun And The Wind With More Of Your Body And Less Of Your Raiment.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not To Rise Above Human Weakness And Misery And Lead Your Fellow Man On The Right Path, You Are Indeed A Man Of Little Worth And Will Remain Such Till Judgment Day.

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

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

The Biggest Thing In Today's Sorrow Is The Memory Of Yesterday's Joy.

The Sun Teaches To All Things That Grow Their Longing For The Light. But It Is Night That Raises Them To The Stars.

Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.

Weddings And Love

God Has Placed In Each Soul An Apostle To Lead Us Upon The Illumined Path. Yet Many Seek Life From Without, Unaware That Is Within Them.

We Live Only To Discover Beauty. All Else Is A Form Of Waiting

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God Made The World With A Heart Full Of Love, Then He Looked Down From Heaven Above, And Saw That We All Need A Helping Hand, Someone To Share With, Who'll Understand. He Made Special People To See Us Through The Glad Times And The Sad Times, Too; A Person On Whom We Can Always Depend, Someone We Can Call A Friend. God Made Friends So We'll Carry A Part Of His Perfect Love In All Our Hearts.

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

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

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.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

I Prefer To Be A Dreamer Among The Humblest, With Visions To Be Realized, Than Lord Among Those Without Dreams And Desires.

And How Shall You Punish Those Whose Remorse Is Already Greater Than Their Misdeeds?

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

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.

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