The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.
RumiYour name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
RumiHappy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
Rumi