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

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? – Rumi

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. – Rumi

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