I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.
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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Parents shape the future through their children.
In this quote, Khalil Gibran uses the metaphor of bows and arrows to illustrate the relationship between parents and their children. Just as a bow sends arrows forth, parents guide and prepare their children for the world, shaping their potential and direction in life. This emphasizes the responsibility of parents to nurture their children with love and support as they grow and venture into their own lives.
Themes
ChildrenParentsNurtureFutureGrowth
In practice
Example use cases
During a parenting seminar about guiding children's futures.
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