Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief. – Rumi

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. – Rumi

This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober. – Rumi