Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation! – Rumi

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear. – Rumi

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. – Rumi