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Khalil Gibran Quotes about Soul

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The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who

The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly

Mother, Soul, Sorrow

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

Song, Soul, Depth

Khalil Gibran (2015). “A Tear And A Smile - Parables, Stories, and Poems of Khalil Gibran”, p.47, Editora Dracaena

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

Soul, Everyday, Traveller

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.

Music, Oneness, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.

Philosophy, Men, Soul

"Mirrors of the Soul". Book by Kahlil Gibran, p. 49, "Al Ghazali", 1965.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Sweet, Confused, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

Heart, Hands, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

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

Giving, Soul, Your Soul

Khalil Gibran (2015). “A Tear And A Smile - Parables, Stories, and Poems of Khalil Gibran”, p.54, Editora Dracaena

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

War, Passion, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Passion, Funeral, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2014). “The Prophet - Der Prophet”, p.54, Lulu.com

The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body.

Heart, Dancer, Soul

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.

Spiritual, Soul, Demand

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.

Heart, Ignorance, Soul

Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.

Heart, Wine, Soul

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

Spiritual, Soul, Lotuses

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Soul, Lotuses, Prophet

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

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.

Fear, Wine, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

Sunset, Rainbow, Soul

Your body is the harp of the soul.

Soul, Body, Harps

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.

House, Soul, Dawn

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.

Men, Soul, Body

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.

Mother, Soul, Bless

In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song - a song that lives In the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment; it engulfs my affection In a transparent cloak and flows, But not upon my lips.

Song, Heart, Soul

Khalil Gibran (2015). “A Tear And A Smile - Parables, Stories, and Poems of Khalil Gibran”, p.47, Editora Dracaena

I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.

Soul, Body, Married

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.

Blessed, Soul, Thieves

Khalil Gibran (1918). “The Madman”, p.1, Library of Alexandria

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