Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. – 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

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

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks