Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. – Rumi

Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. – Rumi

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks