And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. – Rumi

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come! – Rumi

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one. – Rumi

When you do things from your soul you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When action come from another section, the feeling disappears. – Rumi