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

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

Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else. – Rumi

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief. – Rumi