When you do things from your soul you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When action come from another section, the feeling disappears. – Rumi

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

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me. – Rumi

This love is the rose that blooms forever. – Rumi