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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.

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God Made The World

Khalil Gibran

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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.

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

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Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.

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

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The Reality Of The Other Person Is Not In What He Reveals To You, But In What He Cannot Reveal To You. Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says But Rather To What He Does Not Say.

And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise Upon Your Lips.

The Shepherd Will Deny The Diseased Lamb In Fear Of The Flock.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

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.

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

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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.

Then It Is Also In My Heart To Be Worthy Of Your Hate.

Limited Love Asks For Possession Of The Beloved, But The Unlimited Asks Only For Itself.

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

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Every Beauty And Greatness In This World Is Created By A Single Thought Or Emotion Inside A Man. Every Thing We See Today, Made By Past Generations, Was, Before Its Appearance, A Thought In The Mind Of A Man Or An Impulse In The Heart Of A Woman.

The Only Time A Juggler / Appeals To Me / Is When I See Him / Miss The Ball.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

Inspirational Love

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

Clock Is Ticking

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

Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

Sit By Me, My Beloved, And Listen To My Heart; Smile, For Your Happiness Is A Symbol Of Our Future.

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

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

The Appearance Of Things Changes According To The Emotions; And Thus We See Magic And Beauty In Them, While The Magic And Beauty Are Really In Ourselves.

It Is Well To Give When Asked, But It Is Better To Give Unasked, Through Understanding; And To The Open-handed The Search For One Who Shall Receive Is Joy Greater Than Giving.

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

A Thief Is A Man In Need. A Liar Is A Man In Fear.

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.

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.

I Am Forever Walking Upon These Shores, Betwixt The Sand And The Foam, The High Tide Will Erase My Food Prnts, And The Wind Will Blow Away The Foam, But The Sea And The Shore Will Remain Forver

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]

Poverty Is A Veil That Obscures The Face Of Greatness. An Appeal Is A Mask Covering The Face Of Tribulation.

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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.

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"

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

A Little Knowledge That Acts Is Worth Infinitely More Than Much Knowledge That Is Idle.

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The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

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Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.

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And God Said, Love Your Enemy, & I Obeyed Him & Loved Myself.

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

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

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Beauty Shall Rise With The Dawn From The East.

You Were Born Together, And Together You Shall Be Forevermore. You Shall Be Together When The White Wings Of Death Scatter Your Days. Ay, You Shall Be Together Even In The Silent Memory Of God. But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness, And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

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Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

Art Is A Step In The Known Toward The Unknown

Rob A Neighbour With A Smile.

A Voice Cannot Carry The Tongue And The Lips That Gave It Wings. Alone Must It Seek The Ether. And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

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.

When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

Death Of A Loved One

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We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

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.

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

Beauty Is That Which Attracts Your Soul, And That Which Loves To Give And Not To Receive.

And Let Your Best Be For Your Friend. If He Must Know The Ebb Of Your Tide, Let Him Know Its Flood Also. For What Is Your Friend That Your Should Seek With Him Hours To Kill? Seek With Him Always Hours To Live. For It Is His To Fill Your Need, But Not Your Emptiness. And In The Sweetness Of Friendship, Let There Be Laughter, And The Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

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.

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

Are You A Politician Asking What Your Country Can Do For You Or A Zealous One Asking What You Can Do For Your Country? If You Are The First, Then You Are A Parasite; If The Second, Then You Are An Oasis In The Desert.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.

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

Sow A Seed And The Earth Will Yield You A Flower. Dream Your Dream To The Sky And It Will Bring You Your Beloved.

For A Love To Grow Through The Test Of Everyday Living, One Must Respect That Zone Of Privacy Where One Retires To Relate To The Inside Instead Of The Outside.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

Do Not Keep Crying When Your Love Has Been Gone. You Only Need Smile Because He Had Been Given You The Opportunity To Meet Someone Who Is Better.

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.

Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is In An Empty Heart.

I Love You When You Bow In Your Mosque, Kneel In Your Temple, Pray In Your Church. For You And I Are Sons Of One Religion, And It Is The Spirit.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

You Are Good When You Are One With Yourself. Yet When You Are Not One With Yourself You Are Not Evil. For A Divided House Is Not A Den Of Thieves; It Is Only A Divided House. And A Ship Without Rudder May Wander Aimlessly Among Perilous Isles Yet Sink Not To The Bottom.

Hallow The Body As A Temple To Comeliness And Sanctify The Heart As A Sacrifice To Love; Love Recompenses The Adorers.

Of The Good In You I Can Speak, But Not Of The Evil. For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst? Verily When Good Is Hungry It Seeks Food Even In Dark Caves, And When It Thirsts It Drinks Even Of Dead Waters.

Love Is A Sacred Mystery. To Those Who Love, It Remains Forever Wordless; But To Those Who Do Not Love, It May Be But A Heartless Jest.

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.” “love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself. To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving

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.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Many Of Us Spend Our Whole Lives Running From Feeling With The Mistaken Belief That You Can Not Bear The Pain. But You Have Already Borne The Pain. What You Have Not Done Is Feel All You Are Beyond That Pain.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

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.

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.

In A Dream I Saw Jesus And My God Pan Sitting Together In The Heart Of The Forest. They Laughed At Each Other's Speech, With The Brook That Ran Near Them, And The Laughter Of Jesus Was The Merrier. And They Conversed Long.

When You See A Man Led To Prison Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Is Escaping From A Narrower Prison." And When You See A Man Drunken Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Sought Escape From Something Still More Unbeautiful.

A Word I Want To See Written On My Grave: I Am Alive Like You, And I Am Standing Beside You. Close Your Eyes And Look Around, You Will See Me In Front Of You.

He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

And Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit. For Love That Seeks Aught But The Disclosure Of Its Own Mystery Is Not Love But A Net Cast Forth: And Only The Unprofitable Is Caught.

Keep Me Away From The Wisdom Which Does Not Cry, The Philosophy Which Does Not Laugh And The Greatness Which Does Not Bow Before Children.

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

Hearts United In Pain And Sorrow Will Not Be Separated By Joy And Happiness. Bonds That Are Woven In Sadness Are Stronger Than The Ties Of Joy And Pleasure. Love That Is Washed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Faithful.

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.

You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.

Would That I Could Be The Peacemaker In Your Soul, That I Might Turn The Discord And The Rivalry Of Your Elements Into Oneness And Melody.

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

It Is Wrong To Think That Love Comes From Long Companionship And Persevering Courtship. Love Is The Offspring Of Spiritual Affinity And Unless That Affinity Is Created In A Moment, It Will Not Be Created For Years Or Even Generations.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

Words Of Wisdom

If The Grandfather Of The Grandfather Of Jesus Had Known What Was Hidden Within Him, He Would Have Stood Humble And Awe-struck Before His Soul.

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.

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

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

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

A Minute Moving Among The Patterns Of Beauty And The Dreams Of Love Is Greater And More Precious Than An Age Filled With Splendor Granted By The Weak To The Strong.

Be Patient, For It Is From Doubt That Knowledge Is Born.

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.

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

The Ageless Melody, Unheard, Heals; The Healing Vision, Unseen, Leads; The True Leaders, Immortal, Know...

There Is A Desire Deep Within The Soul Which Drives Man From The Seen To The Unseen, To Philosophy And To The Divine.

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

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.

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

Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.

Lovers Embrace That Which Is Between Them Rather Than Each Other.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

Enthusiasm Is A Volcano On Whose Top Never Grows The Grass Of Hesitation.

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

Life Without Freedom Is Like A Body Without A Soul, And Freedom Without Thought Is Like A Confused Spirit. . . . Life, Freedom And Thought Are Three-in-one, And Are Everlasting And Shall Never Pass Away.

Trickery Succeeds Sometimes, But It Always Commits Suicide.

All Can Hear, But Only The Sensitive Can Understand.

Your Living Is Determined Not So Much By What Life Brings To You As By The Attitude You Bring To Life; Not So Much By What Happens To You As By The Way Your Mind Looks At What Happens.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

If My Survival Caused Another To Perish, Then Death Would Be Sweeter And More Beloved.

When God Threw Me, A Pebble, Into This Wondrous Lake, I Disturbed Its Surface With Countless Circles. But When I Reached The Depths, I Became Very Still.

The Fool Sees Naught But Folly; And The Madman Only Madness. Yesterday I Asked A Foolish Man To Count The Fools Among Us. He Laughed And Said, "this Is Too Hard A Thing To Do, And It Will Take Too Long. Were It Not Better To Count Only The Wise?"

You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself.

If You Reveal Your Secrets To The Wind, You Should Not Blame The Wind For Revealing Them To The Trees.

Keeping Secrets

Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

Love Is Life Sharing, Not For Hurt, Love Is Alive Both Not Ambiguous. Love Is Whole Life, Not An Affair.

Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror.

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

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

For Even As Love Crowns You So Shall He Crucify You. Even As He Is For Your Growth So Is He For Your Pruning. Even As He Ascends To Your Height And Caresses Your Tenderest Branches That Quiver In The Sun, So Shall He Descend To Your Roots And Shake Them In Their Clinging To The Earth.

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

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.

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

Wisdom Ceases To Be Wisdom When It Becomes Too Proud To Weep, Too Grave To Laugh, And Too Selfish To Seek Other Than Itself.

Qualities Of Good Citizens... Is To Admire What Others Have Created In Love And Faith

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

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.

The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.

Those To Whom Worshiping Is A Window, To Open But Also To Shut, Have Not Yet Visited The House Of Their Souls Whose Windows Are Open From Dawn To Dawn.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.

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

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