Rumi Quotations | Page 8

Dance when you're perfectly free.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.

Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested ... That's where the Light enters you.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.

Those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Whatever purifies you is the correct road.

There is a window between heart and heart: They are never separate like two bodies. Two lamps may not be united in their form - But their light merges into each other.

Tomorrow you'll be brave, you say? Fool! Dive today.

As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.

Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

At every moment, Love's voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.

There is a city in which you find everything you desire-handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind-all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.

There is a community of the spirit . . . Open your hands if you want to be held . . . Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking . . . Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.

Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.

People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.

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

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

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

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.

What the sayer of praise is really praising is himself, by saying implicitly, My eyes are clear." Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing himself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very well with my eyes so inflamed.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

Oh sky, without me, do not change, Oh moon, without me, do not shine; Oh earth, without me, do not grow, Oh time, without me, do not go. ...Oh, you cannot go, without me.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.

As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment. If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics?

Though Destiny a hundred times waylays you,in the end it pitches a tent for you in Heaven. It is God's loving kindness to terrify you,in order to lead you to His Kingdom of safety.

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

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world?

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!

Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.

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.

Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.

We Are All the Same Listen to the reeds as they sway apart; Hear them speak of lost friends. At birth, you were cut from your bed, Crying and grasping in separation. Everyone listens, knowing your song. You yearn for others who know your name, And the words to your lament. We are all the same, all the same, Longing to find our way back; Back to the one, back to the only one.

If you have no eyes, do not walk blindly; take a staff in your hand. If you have no staff of insight, do not walk without a guide.

God's purpose for man is to acquire a seeing eye and an understanding heart.

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.

The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.

It was our Creator who led us through the stages of evolution, from the animal state to the human. His purpose was to make us intelligent and aware, so that we might know Him.

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

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites

A generous friend gives life for a friend let's rise above this animalistic behavior and be kind to one another

You moan, "She left me." "He left me," Twenty more will come.

Every bird will follow it's specie.

For me to praise is interrupting praise.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

There's no cure, except the retreat into love, For the suffering of subtly afflicted hearts.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

Nearness to God is common to us all, Because we're all created and sustained by God, But only the authentically noble Possess and live that nearness That's a constant upswelling passion of love.

The Silk Worm I stood before a silk worm one day. And that night my heart said to me, "I can do things like that, I can spin skies, I can be woven into love that can bring warmth to people; I can be soft against a crying face, I can be wings that lift, and I can travel on my thousand feet throughout the earth, my sacs filled with the sacred." And I replied to my heart, "Dear, can you really do all those things?" And it just nodded "Yes" in silence. So we began and will never cease.

To a frog that's never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he's giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. "I can't explain where I live, but someday I'll take you there."

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Learn to speak by listening.

Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

I drank that Wine of which the Soul is its vessel. Its ecstasy has stolen my intellect away. A Light came and kindled a Flame in the depth of my Soul. A Light so radiant that the sun orbits around it like a butterfly.

All we really want is love's confusing joy.

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

In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.

Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

I have no name for what circles so perfectly.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

There comes a holy and transparent time when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears. This is the time the Beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth. This is the time of the opening of the ROSE.

You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.

Walk patiently through this troubled world, and you will find great treasure. Even though your house may be small, look within it!

When you are dead, seek for your resting place not in the earth, but in the hearts of men.

Your task? To work with all the passion of your being to acquire an inner light.

LOVE is what gives joy to giving joy.

Whatever you know, or don’t - only Love is real.

Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.

Listen to presences inside poems, Let them take you where they will. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises.

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.