I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – Rumi

If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. – Rumi

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened…. Let the beauty we love be what we do. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Let yourself become living poetry. – Rumi