FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, MY HEART!
by Gibran

For heaven's sake, my heart, keep secret your love,
and hide the secret from those you see
and you will have better fortune.
He who reveals secrets is considered a fool;
silence and secrecy are much better for him
who falls in love.
For heaven's sake, my heart, if someone asks,
"What has happened?" do not answer.
If you are asked, "Who is she?"
Say she in love with another.
And pretend that it is of no consequence.
For heaven's sake, my love, conceal your passions;
your sickness is also your medicine because love
to the soul is as wine in a glass--what you
see is liquid, what is hidden is its spirit.
For heaven's sake, my heart, conceal your troubles;
then, should the seas roar and the skies fall,
you will be safe.

ACTION

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely
more than much knowledge that is idle.

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into
execution is a test of strength. Many are those
who talk like the roar of the sea, but their lives are shallow
and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are
those who lift their heads above the mountain tops,
but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity
of the caverns.

ISLAND

Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness,
and island whose rocks are hopes, whose trees are dreams
whose flowers are solitude, and whose brooks are thirst
Your life, my fellow men, is an island separated from
all other islands and regions. No matter how many are
the ships that leave your shores for other climes
no matter how many are the fleets that touch your coast,
you remain a solitary island, suffereing the pangs of
loneliness and yearning for happiness.
You are the unknown to your fellow men and far
removed from their sympathy and understanding.

LOVE

The power to
Love is God's greatest gift to man,
For it never will be taken from the
Blessed one who loves.

Love lies in the soul alone,
Not in the body, and like wine
Should stimulate our better self
To welcome gifts of Love Divine.

Man cannot reap love until after sad and revealing
separation, and bitter patience, and desperate hardship.

TEARS

He who is seared and cleansed once with his
Own tears will remain pure forevermore.

The tears you shed are purer than the laughter of him
that seeks to forget and sweeter than the mockery of the
scoffer. These tears cleanse the heart of the blight of
hatred, and tech man to share the pain of the
brokenhearted. They are the tears of the Nazarene.

Love that is cleansed by tears
will remain eternally pure and beautiful

The tears of young men are the overflow of full hearts.
But the tears of old men are the residue of age dropping
upon their cheeks, the remains of life in weakened
bodies. Tears in the eyes of young men resemble drops of
dew upon a rose, but the tears of old men resemble
yellow autumn leaves, blown and scattered by the wind
as the winter of life approaches.

WOMAN

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty
of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open
and secret, which we can understand only by love, and
touch only by virtue; and when we attempt to describe
such a woman she disappears like a vapor.

Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of
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.

Writers and poets try to understand the truth about
woman. But until this day they have never understood
her heart because, looking upon her through the veil
of desire, they see nothing except the shape of her body.
Or they look upon her through a magnifying glass
of spite and find nothing in her but weakness and submission.

WOMAN'S HEART

A woman's heart will not change with time or season;
even if it dies eternally, it will never perish.
A woman's heart is like a field turned into a battleground;
after the trees are uprooted and the grass is burned and the rocks
bones and skulls, it is calm and is silent as if
nothing has happened; for the spring and
autumn come at their intervals and
resume their work.

GENTLENESS

The gentleness of some is like
A polished shell with silky feel,
Lacking the precious pearl within,
Oblivious of the brother's weal.
When you shall meet one who is strong
And gentle too, pray feast your eyes;
For he is glorious to behold,
The blind can see his qualities.




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