I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars. – Rumi

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. – Rumi

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

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