Jalaluddin Rumi Quotes
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.
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.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
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.
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
you are a volume in the divine booka mirror to the power that created the universewhatever you want, ask it of yourselfwhatever you're looking for can only be foundinside of you
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one
Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God's lover, yet you worry what people are saying.
Be empty of worrying.Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prisonWhen the door is so wide open?
You have forgotten the Onewho doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.The wound is the place where the Light enters you.Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.
If you want money more than anything, you will be bought and sold.If you have a greed for food, you will become a loaf of bread.This is a subtle truth.Whatever you love, you are.
Make it your habit to behold the Light without the glass, so that when the glass is shattered you may not be left blind.
When your heart becomes the grave of your secret, that desire of your will be gained more quickly.
Life's waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don't run from it.
You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.You need more help than you know.
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn't decide what to do.Unable to see, I heard my name being called.Then I walked outside.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.They're in each other all along.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful.Close your ears and listen!
You are the source of the sun.And I am the willow's shadow. Oh, you have struck me on the head, Wretch that I am, on fire am I.
All the tears which we creatures shed for Him are not tears as many think but pearls....
The lover's ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I'll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grassthe world is too full to talk about.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.
I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.You feel it, don't you?
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?