Writing Contest of SPA Batch 64 and Quesada Technologies launched

by Amy Libao / Vilma Quesada

project-presntn-morepeople-160x120St. Philiomena’s Academy’s Alumni Batch 64 (a.k.a. SPA Batch 64) and Quesada eTechnologies have finally launched their Essay/Expository Writing Contest! The project was first bared during the Batch 64 first reunion last January, 2009 at Ginofreo and Engracia Quesada’s residence and at Paraiso Resort.  And in their mid-year re-union last May 17, 2009, at the Quesadas’ residence, the project had kicked-off.

In a presentation that was witnessed by the Batch’ s guests from the media, the Batch 64 president, Gin. S. Quesada, narrated how he came up with the project which was published in the Pozorrubio Online (www.pozorrubio.ph) since the middle part of 2008. He related that he mentioned the idea to his batchmates last January, 2009, who were then very optimistic to share in the efforts to bring it to fruition.

grouppicbatch64andguests-160x120Equipped with collapsible sceen, high powered and high-resolution projector that overpowered the light of the day, and a laptop, Gin Quesada explained that the goals of the writing contest was patriotic and Pozorrubian-centric, which goal was also his guiding paradigm since he started creating websites for Pozorrubio in 1999. As the Contest result will benefit Pozorrubians, he thought of sharing with his former classmates the project’s development and the privilege to bring benefit to fellow Pozorrubians.

Explained were 2 categories of the writing contest: essay/expository and hymn composition in the dialects. The awarding will be done during the week-long town fiesta in 2010. First prizes will P30,000, second prizes, P20,000; 3rd prizes, P10,000, plus consolation prizes. Considering the fact that there is not enough time to hold the 2 categories, and that it is the Batch’ first time to hold a project, he might decide on June 16, 2009 whether to postpone the hymn composition to a later date. He said, he would like to see what happens with the implementation of first category contest first. Though, if possible, he would like it started now so the Batch can spearhead the advocacy of the revival of the Pangasinan dialect in the town.

As for the 3 major prizes for the essay/expository writing contest, donors had volunteered already, he said. His family will donate the first prize, and Teresita Banda and Gamaliel Eleno, Jr (now husband and wife)volunteered to give the second and 3rd prizes. The Elenos who were calling by phone from Hawaii during this May 17 re-union at the Quesada residence were also talking to each of their classmates present in the reunion. And in their conversation with Gin, they signified their willingness to  donate the second prize and take care of looking for the donor of the 3rd prize. She was eyeing her cousin Pozorrubio Queen.

A batchmate, Ernesto Camorongan, who is a retiree of San Miguel Brewery, volunteered to give the first prize for the second category. The group were also thinking of Alfredo Almeron, who was present in the January, 2009 re-union to take care of the other prizes.

Details of the contest will be seen first in the SPA Batch 64 website: http://spa64.quesadatech.com and subsequently in the other websites: www.quesadatech.com , www.pozorrubio.ph (Pozorrubio Online) . www.pozorrubio.net.ph (LGU website) and www.kapozokonline.com and Pozorrubio Blog site and Kapozok Online Blog site.

There were 23 Batch ‘64 members who were able to come. Some of those who came this May 17 were not present during the January re-union. Present were: Minerva Alcaide-Caburnay (Vice president of the Batch), Remedios Paragas-Estaris (Business Manager), Engracia Salcedo-Quesada (Secretary), Lita Ferrer-Nisperos (Treasurer), Romulo Carig (Seargent-at-Arms), Conrado Tabajonda, Roberto Viloria, Ernesto Camorongan, Fely Tambot-Camorongan, Zoraida Tambot, Benita Ramirez, Maxima Molina, Josepina Lopez, Amado Alvarado, Victoria Salcedo, Alfonso Lopez, Manuel Castillo, Jesus Gonzalez,Timoteo Oligan, Lolita Calimlim, ___.

Visitors and friends from the media who came were – Joseph Bacani (Weekly Guardian), Mel Jovellanos (Weekly Star Tribune), Marifi Jara, Julie Ann Arogante and daughter Kaye, Jocelyn dela Cruz with daughter Alexa (Sunday Punch). Our very own Minnie Alcaide-Caburnay is also active media practitioner being columnist of Global Sunday Chronicle and announcer at Aksyon Radio in Dagupan City.

Pasalubong and give-aways were distributed by the hosts (Gin and Engracia) to fellow Batchmates. Dates from Saudi Arabia were brought home intentionally by Gin for his classmates. He also distributed the family’s compilation of oldies reflecting songs during the Batch’ high school days burned in CDs with decorative labels.

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Hubbie of a Pozorrubian releases first novel

by Gin Quesada

Richard Thomas Banegas

Richard Thomas Banegas

With the publication of his first novel, another author has again brought inspiration to lots of aspiring writers with no formal training nor collegiate education in this field. Richard Thomas Banegas, the husband of a Pozorrubian has come out with his first novel, Hands of Fire /the Phantom.  Moved by the tragic death of his brother in the Amtrak train, he committed to do something beyond his powers. He had no previous writing skills at that time, but after many years of painstaking study, research and continual burning of the midnight oil, his first novel, Hands of Fire / the Phantom Body, was published and released  by Publish America and is available online at  Publish America, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Borders and other online bookstores.

Click on link below to view more details about the novel:

In his request for endorsement from friends, Richard writes,

“In late 2001, my brother William was killed by an Amtrak train in a small central valley town in California. At his burial, the priest gave the last blessing as an eerie silence surrounded me. A moment later, the whistle of a train blew passing close by. It was so quiet after that, I felt alone haunted by the experience.  Years before, I had promised William I would accomplish something more than what I thought I could be. I reaffirmed that commitment again on that day. With no formal training, I began my long journey, reading, studying, doing research and background work, burning the midnight oil, night after night. I continued my commitment even on days I had no interest on writing.

Today, with the release of my first novel, I am happy to announce I have kept my promise.   But now,  I need your help to complete my journey.  Please forward  this email to your friends and family members.. Thank you – Richard Thomas Banegas” .

Hoping fellow Pozorrubians around the world, as well as their relatives and friends, patronage Richard’s book.

(Aay, salamat, Bayaw, you gave me an idea and inspiration! Am already in my twilight years, and I haven’t come up with anything yet inspite of my big collection of ‘how-to’s’ on writing. I would be more interested in the prelude stage that brought the novel than the novel itself. He-he! Hoping you can share Pozorrubians your story of this prelude.) ~ gsq

A Hymn of our own!

by jv

“The Pozorrubio Hymn, as with the other symbols of the municipality, should enthuse each and everyone of us to be forever proud of being Pozorrubians wherever we find ourselves, and should inspire us to dream, to plan and to work together for the progress of our town and our people.”

Per Resolution No. 38 – 030209 approved unanimously on March 2, 2009 during the regular session of the Sangguniang Bayan, the revised Pozorubio hymn has been adopted as the official municipal hymn of the town.

The original hymn was composed and conceptualized by Mel Jovellanos in the year 2006. Since then, it had undergone a series of refinements in its melody and composition. Its lyrics were revised in tandem by SBM Dennis C. Uy, District II Supervisor Dr. Rolando Amansec and municipal resident writer Jing Villamil. Musical arrangement was contracted to Gere Domingo.

On January 9, 2009, at the opening program of the Community and Balikbayan Night in celebration of the 139th Founding Anniversary and Town Fiesta, the hymn was first officially heard in public. 

By virtue of the resolution, Mayor Emma Chan instructed all schools and other government and semi-government offices to include the singing of the Pozorrubio Hymn during Flag-Raising rites and before the start of any significant occasion wherein the various sectors or members of the community are one in solidarity and purpose. In her letter of instruction, the mayor writes: the Pozorrubio Hymn, as with the other symbols of the municipality, should enthuse each and everyone of us to be forever proud of being Pozorrubians wherever we find ourselves, and should inspire us to dream, to plan and to work together for the progress of our town and our people.

Below is a printout of the lyrics of Pozorrubio Hymn. The CD copy of the Pozorrubio Hymn is available upon request. 

Pozorrubio Hymn

O beloved Pozorrubio
Golden meadows far and wide;
Historic hometown, wealthy and cultured
Pozorrubio ili mi!

O beloved Pozorrubio
We are proud, loyal and true;
A melting pot of peace-loving people
Pozorrubio bahley mi!

O naraniag ka, Pozorrubio
With joy and pride we offer thee
We pledge our loyalty undivided
Pozorrubians strong and free.

We are grateful God Almighty
We offer all to thee;
God bless us all , Pozorrubians
In our town and overseas!

O naraniag ka, Pozorrubio
With joy and pride we sing to thee;
Pozorrubio, Pozorrubio
Strong and free!
Pozorrubio, Pozorrubio
Strong and free!

Realia: Pozorrubio in Thailand

by Jonathan R. Carreon

It has been quite some time, yet the reminiscences of a meaningful and worth-living youthful memoir remains undaunted and intact in my cognition.  Twenty four long years passed so swiftly; although for  a pro-active person like me, that span of time seems like another “kahapon lamang” – with all the joys, laughters, tears and “maboboteng usapan” I had with my friends, acquaintances and “kabaleyans”.  Two snapshots in my humble elementary and high school moments continue to create, recreate, remind and stir my imagination of what Pozorrubio Central School and Saint Philomena’s Academy’s central tenets contributed to the present me.  My memory is still fresh of my Grade 6 teachers’ parting words: “As you progress in your endeavors, look back and say ‘Thank you’.” While my mentors may no longer remember me, may this short missive express my most profound gratitude to the Grade 6 teachers of Batch 1984.  You are all heroes in my heart!  Similarly, my high school mentors’ indispensable “tulong at tulak” (for me the Caucasian version is less emphatic) continually reminds me of the authentic yet slowly eroding Filipino values such as diligence, benevolence, and “bayanihan” (although the last one is more of a hyponym under the super-ordinate ‘culture’). I salute you all!

As an educator away from home, I continue to impart these values – the very values that served and still serving as maxims in my life – to my students, a living legacy I should say, that distinguishes a Pozorrubian from the multiracial educators in Thailand.

 

 

Agyamanac cadacayo amin!
Jonathan R. Carreon
Lecturer

Email: kmuttjc@live.com, milojohn23@gmail.com
King Mongkut’s University of Technology Thonburi
Website:  http://www.kmutt.ac.th

Osmeña Street : then and now

by JingV

Through the march of decades, they stood there – a row of six concrete soldiers, ramrod-straight, five oval lamps on each head. Rain and sun and earthquakes they braved through. And watched did they, mutely and never judgmental, the changing of the guards.

They had been leaned on and pissed on. And hugged, and counted on from one to ten, and slapped Saved! by kids playing tagu-taguan during moonlit nights. They had been roped and built-around by tents of foods and goods in countless Januaries and Mays.

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Love Sonnets

I’d rather
heave half a brick than say
I love you, though I do
I’d rather
crawl in a hole than call you
darling, though you are
I’d rather
wrench off an arm than hug you though
it’s what I long to do
I’d rather
gather a posy of poison ivy than
ask if you love me
 

Phyllis Gotlieb
“First Person Demonstrative”

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“Sonnets from the Portuguese 43”

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If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
 

Anne Bradstreet
“To my Dear and Loving Husband”

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Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still my Dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

Robbie Burns
“A Red, Red Rose”

——————–

Upon my trouth I say you faithfully
That you are of my life and death the queen,
For with my death the truth shall be seen.
Your eyes two will slay me suddenly.
I may the beauty of them not sustain
So woundeth it thoroughout my heart keen.
 

Geoffrey Chaucer
“Yowr Yen Two Woll Sle me Sodenly”

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You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.
 

Govinda Krishna Chettur
“Beloved”

——————–

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
 

Matthew Arnold
“Dover Beach”

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I’ve a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely,
And sigh with Hope’s eloquence, “When will it be?”
There needs but thy “Yes,” love–one little word only,
So don’t tell the world that you’re waiting for me.
 

Eliza Cook
“Don’t Tell the World that You’re Waiting for Me”

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I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows.
 

E. E. Cummings
“i like my body when it is with your”

 

——————–

I want you to see the hole in my shirt where your
heart went through like a Colt 45, and opened
a dream at the back of the neck. Here, let me unbutton it for you.

Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
“I Want You to See”

 

——————–

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
 

Ernest Dowson
“Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae”

 

——————–

True wife, housemother, worn with many cares,
Love’s afterglow shall brighten all the years
That yet are ours; and closer still shall be our clasp
Of hands, until they nerveless fall and cease to grasp.
 

Thomas Henry Huxley
“From Shanklin”

 

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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.

Ben Jonson
“Song to Celia”

 

——————–

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.
 

Charles Kingsley
“Farewell”

 

——————–

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Ebb”

 

——————–

Forsake me not thus, Adam! Witness Heav’n
What love sincere and reverence in my heart
I bear thee, and unweeting have offended,
Unhappily deceiv’d! Thy suppliant
I beg, and clasp thy knees. Bereave me not
Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,
Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,
My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee,
Whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
 

John Milton
“Paradise Lost: Book X”

 

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When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

William Shakespeare
“Sonnet 29”

 

——————–

Take pity on your pitying friends!
Nor let your ills affect your mind,
To fancy they can be unkind.
Me, surely me, you ought to spare,
Who gladly would your suff’rings share;
Or give my scrap of life to you,
And think it far beneath your due;
That I’m alive to tell you so.

Jonathan Swift
“Stella’s Birthday March 13, 1727”

 

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They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, —
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

Sara Teasdale
“Faults”

 

——————–

Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss
Have I so much your mind there offended?
Have I then done so grievously amiss
That by no means it may be amended?
Then revenge you, and the next way is this:
Another kiss shall have my life ended,
For to my mouth the first my heart did suck;
The next shall clean out of my breast it pluck.

Sir Thomas Wyatt
“Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss”

 

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Pablo Neruda
from Sonnet XVII
100 Love Sonnets, Cien Sonetus de Amor
translated Stephen Topscott (1960)

 

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Did you love well what very soon you left?
Come home and take me in your arms and take
away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

Marilyn Hacker
“Coda”

 

——————–

I wish that I could lie down in your arms
and, turned toward sleep there (later), say, “Goodnight,
love. It was good.”

Marilyn Hacker
“Rondeau after a Transatlantic Telephone Call”

 

——————–

The other props are gone.
Sighing in one another’s
Iron arms, propped above nothing,
We praise Love the limiter.

Thomas Kinsella
“Je t’adore”

——————–

My lizard, my lively writher,
May your limbs never wither …

Theodore Roethke
“Wish for a Young Wife”

 

——————–

Like a spindle, like a dreydl,
I will turn in the center
of my intricate weave
spelling your name in my dance
in my weaving, in my work,
your hidden name which
is simply, finally,
love.
 

Marge Piercy
“All lovers have secret names”

 

——————–

stand to face me beloved
and open out the grace of your eyes

Sappho, trans. Anne Carson
Fragment 138

 

——————–

The moth’s kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
The bee’s kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you entered gay
My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so all is rendered up,
And passively its shattered cup
Over your head to sleep I bow.
 

Robert Browning
“In a Gondola”

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The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
 

W. B. Yeats
“The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart”

 

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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sonnet xxx, “Fatal Interview”

——————–

I love you at the finish line.
I love you wishing you had run.
I love you saying you will next time.
I love you at the marathon.
 

Molly Peacock
“Marathon Song”

 

——————–

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
 

Alfred Lord Tennyson
“The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal”

 

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 Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
    The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
    To live and die for thee.
 

Robert Herrick
“To Anthea, who may Command him Anything”

 

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 My heart is like a singing bird
    Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
    Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
    That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
    Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
    Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
    And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
    In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me.
 

Christina Rossetti
“Birthday”

Quotes From Khalil Gibran

And think not you can direct the course of love; for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Kahlil Gibran

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?
Kahlil Gibran

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

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.
Kahlil Gibran

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Kahlil Gibran

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.
Kahlil Gibran

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.
Kahlil Gibran

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
Kahlil Gibran

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Kahlil Gibran

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Kahlil Gibran

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
Kahlil Gibran

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Kahlil Gibran

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
Kahlil Gibran

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.
Kahlil Gibran

Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.
Kahlil Gibran

Faith is an oasis in the heart which can never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
Kahlil Gibran

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
Kahlil Gibran

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Kahlil Gibran

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Kahlil Gibran

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
Kahlil Gibran

Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.
Kahlil Gibran

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
Kahlil Gibran

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
Kahlil Gibran

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
Kahlil Gibran

I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
Kahlil Gibran

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
Kahlil Gibran

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.
Kahlil Gibran

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
Kahlil Gibran

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Kahlil Gibran

If the grandfather of the grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within him, he would have stood humble and awe-struck before his soul.
Kahlil Gibran

If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.
Kahlil Gibran

If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.
Kahlil Gibran

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.
Kahlil Gibran

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Kahlil Gibran

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Kahlil Gibran

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
Kahlil Gibran

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
Kahlil Gibran

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in you seeds.
Kahlil Gibran

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Kahlil Gibran

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
Kahlil Gibran

Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
Kahlil Gibran

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Kahlil Gibran

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Kahlil Gibran

Love is trembling happiness.
Kahlil Gibran

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Kahlil Gibran

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Kahlil Gibran

Love… It surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
Kahlil Gibran

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.
Kahlil Gibran

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.
Kahlil Gibran

Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.
Kahlil Gibran

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Kahlil Gibran

No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
Kahlil Gibran

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.
Kahlil Gibran

Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand.
Kahlil Gibran

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Kahlil Gibran

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.
Kahlil Gibran

Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
Kahlil Gibran

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Kahlil Gibran

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
Kahlil Gibran

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
Kahlil Gibran

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
Kahlil Gibran

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Kahlil Gibran

Safeguarding the rights of others is the most noble and beautiful end of a human being.
Kahlil Gibran

Say not, ‘I have found the truth,’ but rather, ‘I have found a truth.’
Kahlil Gibran

The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.
Kahlil Gibran

The just is close to the people’s heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.
Kahlil Gibran

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
Kahlil Gibran

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Kahlil Gibran

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
Kahlil Gibran

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
Kahlil Gibran

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.
Kahlil Gibran

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
Kahlil Gibran

They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.
Kahlil Gibran

Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
Kahlil Gibran

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.
Kahlil Gibran

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
Kahlil Gibran

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Kahlil Gibran

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.
Kahlil Gibran