Quotes from Rumi

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!

Into my heart's night Along a narrow way I groped; and lo! the light, An infinite land of day.

silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

...rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.

Love's secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers — "Here I am!"

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.

This love is the rose that blooms forever.

You sit here for days saying, This is strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You're some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in the furnace, so you won't have to become coins.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.