This is how we are with wine and beautiful food… we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward. – Rumi

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

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

…a great God-wrestling does on inside these wanderers… – Rumi