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.

— Kahlil Gibran

A woman protested saying, "Of course it was a righteous war. My son fell in it.".

— Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.

— Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

— Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

— Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a win attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight. Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in the mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

— Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

— Kahlil Gibran

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smiling dawn.

— Kahlil Gibran

Believing is a fine thing, but putting those beliefs into execution is a test of strength.

— Kahlil Gibran

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.

— Kahlil Gibran