Rumi Quotes

With each passing moment, a Soul sets off to find Itself.

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.

There is a sun within every person.

There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Revile those who flatter you.

Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?

I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

Regard a king as someone unconcerned with kingship.

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

There's a path from your HEART to mine.

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

Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving Silence

You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am you.

Let your throat-song be clear and strong enough to make an emperor fall full-length suppliant, at the door.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

The love religion is all that is written here.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.

The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.

Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.

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

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends.

You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing JOY.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.

Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

The branch might seem like the fruit's origin: In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit.

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.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

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

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

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved