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

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. – Rumi, translated by Shahram Shiva

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. – Rumi