Quotes from Rumi


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Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.


What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.


There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.


The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.


You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.


Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.


You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.


When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.


May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.


Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.


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


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


I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'


The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.


Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.


The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.


I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.


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


Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.


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.