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

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

…my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair. – Rumi

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. – Rumi