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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. Some Of You Say, "joy Is Greater Than Sorrow," And Others Say, "nay, Sorrow Is The Greater." But I Say Unto You, They Are Inseparable. Together They Come, And When One Sits Alone With You At Your Board, Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed. Verily You Are Suspended Like Scales Between Your Sorrow And Your Joy.

-Khalil Gibran

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When You Are Sorrowful

Khalil Gibran

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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. Some Of You Say, "joy Is Greater Than Sorrow," And Others Say, "nay, Sorrow Is The Greater." But I Say Unto You, They Are Inseparable. Together They Come, And When One Sits Alone With You At Your Board, Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed. Verily You Are Suspended Like Scales Between Your Sorrow And Your Joy.

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Only Yesterday I Was No Different Than Them, Yet I Was Saved. I Am Explaining To You The Way Of Life Of A People Who Say Every Sort Of Wicked Thing About Me Because I Sacrificed Their Friendship To Gain My Own Soul. I Left The Dark Paths Of Their Duplicity And Turned My Eyes Toward The Light Where There Is Salvation, Truth, And Justice. They Have Exiled Me Now From Their Society, Yet I Am Content. Mankind Only Exiles The One Whose Large Spirit Rebels Against Injustice And Tyranny. He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Servility Is Not Free In The True And Necessary Sense Of Freedom.

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.

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They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

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.

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

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Beauty Shall Rise With The Dawn From The East.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy.

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

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

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

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.

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

You Have Your Ideology And I Have Mine.

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

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

In One Drop Of Water Are Found All The Secrets Of All The Oceans; In One Aspect Of You Are Found All The Aspects Of Existence.

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.

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

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes.

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

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.

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

Remember That Divinity Is The True Self Of Man. It Cannot Be Sold For Gold; Neither Can It Be Heaped Up As Are The Riches Of The World Today. The Rich Man Has Cast Off His Divinity, And Has Clung To His Gold. And The Young Today Have Forsaken Their Divinity And Pursue Self-indulgence And Pleasure.

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.

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.

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.

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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At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.

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Sayings Remain Meaningless Until They Are Embodied In Habits.

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

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.

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God Has Bestowed Upon You Intelligence And Knowledge. Do Not Extinguish The Lamp Of Divine Grace And Do Not Let The Candle Of Wisdom Die Out In The Darkness Of Lust And Error. For A Wise Man Approaches With His Torch To Light Up The Path Of Mankind.

Seek Not The Depths Of Your Knowledge With Staff Or Sounding Line. For Self Is A Sea Boundless And Measureless.

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

Who Can Separate His Faith From His Actions, Or His Belief From His Occupations?

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.

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.

Who Are You That Men Should Rend Their Bosom And Unveil Their Pride, That You May See Their Worth Naked And Their Pride Unabashed? See First That You Yourself Deserve To Be A Giver, And An Instrument Of Giving.

But If In Your Fear You Would Seek Only Love's Peace And Love's Pleasure, Then It Is Better For You That You Cover Your Nakedness And Pass Out Of Love's Threshing-floor, Into The Seasonless World Where You Shall Laugh, But Not All Of Your Laughter, And Weep, But Not All Of Your Tears.

And When You Were A Silent Word Upon Life's Quivering Lips, I Too Was There, Another Silent Word. Then Life Uttered Us And We Came Down The Years Throbbing With Memories Of Yesterday And With Longing For Tomorrow, For Yesterday Was Death Conquered And Tomorrow Was Birth Pursued.

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

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

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

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