Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow
I said to my friend,
"See her leaning over his arm ?
Yesterday she leaned over my arm."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will lean over mine."
And I said,
"See her sitting at his side;
And yesterday she sat at mine."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will sit at mine."
And I said,
"Don't you see her drinking from his cup ?
And yesterday she sipped from mine."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will drink from mine."
And I said,
"Look how she glances at him with eyes
full of love !
And with just such love, yesterday
she glanced at me."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will glance at me
likewise."
And I said,
"Listen to her whispering songs of
love in his ears
And yesterday she whispered the same songs
in mine."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will whisper them
in mine."
And I said,
"Look at her embracing him ; and yesterday
she embraced me."
And he said :
"Tomorrow she will lie in my arms."
And I said,
"What a strange woman she is
And he said :
"She is Life."
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The heart's affections are divided like the brances of a Cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch, it will suffer, but it will not die. It will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.
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Is it really God that created Man, or is it the opposite ?
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Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to recieve. When you meet Beauty, you feel the hands deep within your inner self are stretched forth to bring her to bring her into the inner domain of your heart.
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I abstain from the people who consider insolence bravery and tenderness cowardice. And I abstain from those who considerchatter wisdom and silece ignorance.
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Conscience is just but a weak judge. Weakness leaves it powerless to execute its judgement.
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There is something in our life which is nobler and more supreme than fame ; and the something is the great deed that invokes fame.
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The flowers of the field are children of sun's affection and nature's love; and the children of men are the flowers of love and compassion.
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Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.
- Gibran |
