Khalil Gibran Quotes

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

Spend as much time as you can in silence. Look at the way the sun paints the ground gold.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness!

There is beauty everywhere on earth, but there is greater beauty in those places where one feels that sense of ease which comes from no longer having to put off one’s dreams until some improbable future – a future inexorably shrinking away; where the fear that has pervaded one’s life suddenly vanishes because there is... nothing to be afraid of.

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me. The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me. The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon, the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away, they speak to me. And my heart soars.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

Having the certitude of a succession of days... equally free and beautiful, peace descends on me.

But I also hoped that [she] had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars.

How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.

Still the bubbling mind; herein lies freedom and bliss eternal.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

The recipe for beauty is to have less illusion and more Soul, to retreat from the belief of pain or pleasure in the body into the unchanging calm and glorious freedom of spiritual harmony.

A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise.

find light in the beautiful sea. I choose to be happy.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings.

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

I've found that there is always some beauty left-in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you. Look at these things, then you find yourself again, and God, and then you regain your balance. And whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!

A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy. Rumer Godden found in Power of Simple Living by Ellyn Sanna