Quotes About Rumi

Many Americans first fell in love with the poetry of the thirteenth century teacher and spiritual leader Jelalludin Rumi during the early 1990s when the unparalleled lyrical grace, philosophical brilliance, and spiritual daring of his work took modern Western readers completely by surprise. The impact of its soulful beauty and the depth of its profound humanity were so intense that they reportedly prompted numerous individuals to spontaneously compose poetry.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi's poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

I profess the religion of love, Love is my religion and my faith. My mother is love My father is love My prophet is love My God is love I am a child of love I have come only to speak of love.

Rumi is astounding, fertile, abundant, almost more an excitable library of poetry than a person.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

Rumi is one of the great spokesmen for the Quranic instruction teaching that all prophets come from God and God does not create one religion, but many religions.

The Now is also central to the teaching of Sufism, the mystical branch of Islam. Sufis have a saying: "The Sufi is the son of time present." And Rumi, the great poet and teacher of Sufism, declares: "Past and future veil God from our sight; burn up both of them with fire.

The great Sufi poet and philosopher Rumi once advised his students to write down the three things they most wanted in life. If any item on the list clashes with any other item, Rumi warned, you are destined for unhappiness.

The Persian poet Rumi says, The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want.

Even your graffiti artists spray Rumi on the walls

Vous le savez bien, nous autres Afghans adorons notre poésie. Même les moins instruits peuvent réciter des vers de Hafez, de Khayyam ou de Saadi. Vous rappelez-vous, monsieur Markus, lorsque vous m'avez dit l'année dernière combien vous aimiez les Afghans? Je vous ai demandé pourquoi et vous m'avez répondu en riant : parce que même vos tagueurs citent Rumi sur les murs.

Motes of dust dancing in the light - that's our dance too. We don't listen inside to hear the music - No matter. The dance goes on, and in the joy of the sun is hiding a god. - Rumi

Falling in love gives a more realistic view of life by placing us in contact with our true self. We fall accidentally and temporarily into a state of expanded awareness that is exalted by the great mystic poets, who connect intense human love with divine love. The beloved Persian poet Rumi exults: Oh God, I have discovered love! How marvelous, how good, how beautiful it is! … I offer my salutation To the spirit of passion that aroused and excited this whole universe And all it contains.

The thirteenth-century Sufi poet Rumi is said to have written, "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.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

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

There is a purpose to our lives, even if it is sometimes hidden from us, and even if the biggest turning points and heartbreaks only make sense as we look back, rather than as we are experiencing them. So we might as well live life as if—as the poet Rumi put it—everything is rigged in our favor.

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 is a way of breathing that's a shame and a suffocation and there's another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.