Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there. – Rumi

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one. – Rumi

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. – Rumi

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me. – Rumi