Quotes from Rumi

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn't matter if you've broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come!

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.

If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose, you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill, let yourself fall ill.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

I don't regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.