Quotes by Rumi (Page 2 of 4)

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.
Someone sober will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.

Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

A pearl goes up for auction. No one has enough, so the pearl buys itself.

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

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.

You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.

If you do not possess the staff of caution and discrimination, use the eyes of him who sees. If there is no staff of caution and discrimination, do not wander on the road without a guide.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

Someday our souls will be one and our union will be forever.
I know that everything I give you comes back to me.
So I give you my life , hoping that you will come back to me.

If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?

Look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back toward you.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.

You are the mirror of divine beauty.

Disharmony prevails when you confuse
Lust with LOVE, while the distance
between the two is endless!

The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.

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

A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.

Love is the energizing elixir of the Universe, the cause and effect of all Harmony.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

Water the fruit trees and don't water the thorns.

Your sweetest blasphemy is the truest devotion. Through you a whole world is freed.

The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

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

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

The glance of Love is crystal clear.

What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life.

You are more valuable than both heaven and earth.
What else can I say?
You don't know your own worth.

There is another language beyond language, another place beyond heaven and hell.
Precious gems come from another mine, the heart draws light from another source.

Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?

Every tree, every growing thing as it grows, says this truth, you harvest what you sow.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

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

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

I can heal a broken heart with a smile.

If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.

Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.

Show me anger and I will show you 'Hurt.' Show me hurt and I will show you 'Love.' Peel the layers if you care!

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life.
I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment.
But all this hollowness Needs my Sincerity.

Your task?
To work with all the passion of your being to acquire an inner light.

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence.

Look at me as many times as you wish,
but you won't get to know me!
Since you have last seen me,
I've changed a hundred times!

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.

You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.

On this path let the heart be your guide.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love.

Nearness to God is common to us all,
Because we're all created and sustained by God,
But only the authentically noble
Possess and live that nearness
That's a constant upswelling passion of love.

Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

Embark on the journey of LOVE. It takes you from yourself to yourself.

Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.

This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.

Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterward repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

Till man destroys self he is no true friend of God.

With each passing moment, a Soul sets off to find Itself.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

You were sent to unite people
You were not been sent to divide people.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.

Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

Your way begins at the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.

Counterfeiters exist because there is such a thing as real gold.

The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.

A circle of lovely, quiet people becomes the ring on my finger.

Raise your words, not your voice.

To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover's chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

There's a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.

No better love than love with no objective, no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. If you could give up tricks and cleverness, that would be the cleverest trick!

There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.

Don't run away from grief, o' soul Look for the remedy inside the pain because the rose came from the thorn and the ruby came from a stone.

Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.

All religions. All this singing. One sone. Peace be with you.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt -- they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.

When we talk about God, we're like a school of fish, discussing the possible existence of the sea.

There cannot be self-restraint in the absence of desire: when there is no adversary, what avails thy courage? Hark, do not castrate thyself, do not become a monk: chastity depends on the existence of lust.

From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.

The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.

When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.

The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread.
If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul.
If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.

Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.

Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, love is the diamond.
They have together since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

You think the shadow is the substance.

The middle path is the way to wisdom.

If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

I was you
and never knew it.

Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself.

Your eyes are even smaller,
yet they behold the world.

If i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow.

This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

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.

Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.

Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. I come and go as I please, you say, swift as a heartbeat. You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me.

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home.
While you look for trinkets
The treasure house awaits you in your own being.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

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

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.

What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.

Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.

Your real country is where you're heading, not where you are.

O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you.

Be wild and crazy and drunk with love,
if you are too careful, love will not find you.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence, bringing joy.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.

I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.

There is nothing I want but your Presence. In friendship, time dissolves.

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference.

Heartsick, heartbroken -- to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

Although the road is never ending take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance... On this path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.

We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing -- could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.

Contain all human faces in your own without any judgment of them.

You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.

We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here.

If you love someone, you are always joined with them -- in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

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

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

Listen my love, illumination is eternal. Now is always evolving. As there are billions of stars, there are billions of steps. As there are billions of souls, there are billions of ways to grow.

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

Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there.

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.

Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains.

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

A seeing eye is better than three hundred blind men's: The eye can distinguish pearls from pebbles.

I found the Divine within my Heart.

I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress -- When by my dying did I ever grow less.

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.

Wake up Lovers, It is time to start the Journey! Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river towards the Ocean. Only love can lead the way.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

Listen. Keep silent.
You are not gods mouthpiece.
Try to be an ear.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

Every need brings what's needed.
Pain bears its cure like a child.
Having nothing produces provisions.
Ask a difficult question,
And the marvelous answer appears.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, Be more silent. As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

Snake's poison is life to the snake; it is in relation to man that it means death.

Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

Your radiance shines
in every atom of creation
yet our petty desires keep it hidden.

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.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.