And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here. – Rumi

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life? – Rumi

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

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. – Rumi