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

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal. – Rumi

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

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure. – Rumi