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

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? – Rumi

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation! – Rumi

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment… – Rumi, translated by Edward Henry Whinfield