Rumi Spiritual Quotations

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.

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.

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.

There are no edges to my loving now.

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

Peaceful is the one who's not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

You think the shadow is the substance.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

The intellectual quest is exquisite like pearls and coral, But it is not the same as the spiritual quest. The spiritual quest is on another level altogether, Spiritual wine has a subtler taste. The intellect and the senses investigate cause and effect. The spiritual seeker surrenders to the wonder.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.

Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. "I come and go as I please," you say, "swift as a heartbeat." You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me.

The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.

If the spiritual universe and the way to it were shown, No one would remain in this world for a single moment.

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

We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

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

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

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.

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

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

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.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.

You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, But don't move the way fear makes you move.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

What you seek is seeking you.

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

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

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.