Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
RumiWhen inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
RumiFrom the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.
Rumi