Top 1780 Quotes & Sayings by Rumi - Page 30

My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?

Soul of all souls, life of all life - you are That. Seen and unseen, moving and unmoving - you are That. The road that leads to the City is endless; Go without head and feet and you'll already be there. What else could you be? - you are That.

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.

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

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

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

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

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.

I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.

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

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

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

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

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.

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

There’s nothing left of me. I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? It has no resistance to sunlight.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.

Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.

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

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

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

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

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

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

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

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