You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life? – Rumi

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains…. – Rumi

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one. – Rumi, as interpreted by Camille and Kabir Helminski