Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give. – Rumi
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. – Rumi
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. – 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
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins? – Rumi
Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you’ve grown, lifting. – Rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. – Rumi
This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober. – Rumi
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. – Rumi
I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is. – Rumi
You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire. Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood. – Rumi
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. – Rumi
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible. – Rumi
Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings…. Leave and don’t look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you’re sometimes crescent, sometimes full. – Rumi
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. – Rumi
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don’t mind that you’ve been given a dirty cup. – Rumi
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. – Rumi
There is a way of breathing that’s a shame and a suffocation and there’s another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely. – Rumi
Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there. – Rumi
There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music…. When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should…. – Rumi
