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God's Quote

Read it; Feel it; Apply it.


Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me,” Who are you?”
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths I became very still.
The significance of man is not what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that other half may reach you.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
The difference between the richest man and the poorest is but a day of hunger and an hour of thirst.
Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the nearest to the heart of God.
The silence of the envious is too noisy.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
Turtles can tell more about the roads than hares.
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed. But never the one with whom you have wept.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
*Excerpted by the Book 'MadMan', authored by Khalil Gibran

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Nimmy said…
Lovely quotes!!

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