Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.
RumiIn the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
RumiYou have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance
RumiWhat comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
Rumi