If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? – 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

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. – Rumi

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. – Rumi