Quotes from Rumi

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

You are the mirror of divine beauty.

I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.

Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.

Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening" so your life will stay fresh.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and a new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you....

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun's light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it's still one light.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

...the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest.

You go from village to village on your horse asking everyone, "Has anyone seen my horse?"

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.

Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Don't knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren't you?

To change, a person must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon, the life-energy of the soul.

...my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair.