This is how I would die into the love I have for you: as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight. – Rumi

When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends. – Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. – Rumi