Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains…. – Rumi

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. – Rumi

You are a fountain of the sun’s light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky. – 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