Rumi Quotes

Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?

I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.

When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Listen to presences inside poems.

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.

This world is full of remedies. But you have no remedy until God opens a window for you. You may not be aware of that remedy just now. In the hour of need it will be made clear to you. The Prophet said God made a remedy for every pain.

No prayer is complete without presence.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness.

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Light up the fire of love inside and blaze the thoughts away.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Fasting is the first principle of medicine; fast and see the strength of the spirit reveal itself.

From understanding comes LOVE.

Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.

When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.

We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.

Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

All is known in the sacredness of silence.

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

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.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.