The Prophet - by Kahlil Gibran
And the woman said speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you, but are not from you.
And though they are with you, they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies, but not their souls. For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness.
For even as God loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
And the woman said speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you, but are not from you.
And though they are with you, they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies, but not their souls. For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness.
For even as God loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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