Rumi Quotes

Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.

What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?

When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into, you will fall into it yourself.

Smiles come best from those who weep.

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

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.

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!

I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

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.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.

I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself

If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.

Come, even if you have broken your vow one thousand times, come, yet again, come, come.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

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

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

Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”

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

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.

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 !

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

It is Love that gives joy to happiness.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.

Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.

The source of now is here.

Whoever has Heart's doors wide open, could see the Sun itself in every atom.

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.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.

When you seek Love with all your Heart, you shall find its echoes in the universe.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

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

All is known in the sacredness of silence.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.

There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

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

What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.

This dance is the joy of existence.

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...