The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruit other than sorrow and joy. – 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

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