Quotes About Rumi

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

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

Now even the heavens are thankful that because of love I have become the giver of light.

Does sunset sometimes look like the sun is coming up? Do you know what a faithful love is like? You're crying; you say you've burned yourself. But can you think of anyone who's not hazy with smoke? —Rumi

Rumi: "Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

How can it be when we're all safeguarding the very same story? That's why Rumi calls it an Open Secret.

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. 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. I

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

Rumi, who is one of the greatest Persian poets, said that the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. But isn't the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?

Rumi speaks often of the power of silence to take us to what we are looking for. In one poem he says: We search for him here and there while looking right at Him. Sitting at His side we ask, "O Beloved, where is the Beloved?" Enough with such questions! — Let silence take you to the core of life. All your talk is worthless When compared to one whisper of the Beloved.

Love is cure, Love is power, Love is the magic of changes. Love is the mirror, of divine beauty!

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.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

With 'The Forty Rules of Love,' I wanted to write a love story. But I wanted a love story with a spiritual dimension. For me, that took me to Rumi. And from Rumi, I went to Shams of Tabriz. That's how the story took shape.

There is no Sufism without Islam. Yet there are some who would like to suffocate the breath of Allah and the Prophet Mohammed from the work of Mevlana Jalaludddin Rumi.

The love religion is all that is written here.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love.

As Sultan Valad remembered... '[Rumi] went to Damascus like a partridge, and returned to Rum like a falcon. A drop of his soul became as expansive as the sea. The degree of his love became even greater. Because he became like this, don't ever say, He didn't find him. Whatever he was seeking, he truly found.... His love was filled with waves like a stormy sea....