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

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

Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. – Rumi

Tonight the moon kisses the stars. – Rumi