Khalil Gibran Quotes About Wine

Quotes about: Wine

• Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

  Khalil Gibran

  Inspirational Love, Grief, Wine

  Khalil Gibran (2014). “The Prophet - Der Prophet”, p.48, Lulu.com

• Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger. And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine. And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

  Khalil Gibran

  Change, Crush, Angel

  'The Prophet' (1923) 'On Work'

• 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.

  Khalil Gibran

  Heart, Wine, Soul

• Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

  Khalil Gibran

  Inspirational Love, Laughter, Wine

  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.

  Khalil Gibran

  Fear, Wine, Soul

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

• O love, whose lordly hand
  Has bridled my desires,
  And raised my hunger and my thirst
  To dignity and pride,
  Let not the strong in me and the constant
  Eat the bread or drink the wine
  That tempt my weaker self.
  Let me rather starve,
  And let my heart parch with thirst,
  And let me die and perish,
  Ere I stretch my hand
  To a cup you did not fill,
  Or a bowl you did not bless.

  Khalil Gibran

  Strong, Heart, Wine

  "'Love' ('The Forerunner')". Poem by Khalil Gibran, gutenberg.net.au. 1920.

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