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The writer is Kahlil Gibran, an excellent poet of Lebanon.
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1.Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower.
Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.
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2.If all they say of good and evil were true, then my life is but one long crime.
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3.Rememberance is a form of meeting.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
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4.I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwriten poems and my unpaid pictures.
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5.There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
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6.In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and beried them in my gardon.
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7.We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
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8.The bitterest thing in our today's sorrow is the memory of our yesterday's joy.
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9.Only those with serects in their hearts could divine the serects in our hearts.
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10.If your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands?
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11.Humanlity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.
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12.We often borrow our tomorrows to pay our debts to our yesterdays.
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19.Birth and death are two noblest expressions of bravery.
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20.When I stood a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your image.
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But in truth you loved yourself in me.
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21.Solitude is a silent storm that break down all our dead branches;
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22.When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.
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