I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – Rumi

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear. – Rumi

If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. – Rumi

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light. – Rumi