When you part from your friend,
you grieve not;
for that which you love most in him
may be clearer in his absence,
as the mountain to the climber
is clearer from the plain.
--Khalil Gibran (1883-1931), The Prophet (1923), On Friendship
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- When you are very sad, when someone you love very much has died, sometimes it helps to know that others have felt the same way before you.
Best loved
- Those who are near me do not know
- Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance
- I will see that instant until I die
- I wondered that other men should live when he was dead
- Nobody knows the trouble I see
- Soon enough he would come once more into the world of light
- After great pain a formal feeling comes
- Vanity falls off the radar
- Time is our friend as well as our enemy
- Surprised by joy
- Who will give me back those days?
- The war has driven a sword through my heart
- Thou hast here no abiding city
- I was so happy, happy at that point!
- Great shining of the inner worlds
- Where has he gone, my dearest son?
- I am in great sadness
- Turn your face to the sun
- Abide with me
- The first days of grief are not the worst
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Great quote. Don't you just love Khalil?
Posted by: Khalil Gibran - the Artist, Poet and Spiritual teacher | 24 June 2008 at 21:19