Rumi Quotes
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
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.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
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.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment; Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition.
If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches you by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly - not one.
No mirror ever became iron again; No bread ever became wheat; No ripened grape ever became sour fruit. Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse. Become the light.
You think the shadow is the substance.
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection.
The agony of lovers
burns with the fire of passion.
Lovers leave traces of where they've been.
The wailing of broken hearts
is the doorway to God.
Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.
Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Close both eyes... to see with the other eye.
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything.
The middle path is the way to wisdom.
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.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,
Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition. /dt>
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Every object, every being.. is a jar full of delight.
Patience is the key to happiness.
I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find
all the barriers within yourself
that you have built against it.
My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
The Truth is yourself, but not your mere bodily self.
Your real self is higher than 'you' and 'me.'
This visible 'you' which you fancy to be yourself
Is limited in place, the real 'you' is not limited.
Why, O pearl, linger you trembling in your shell?
Esteem not yourself mere sugar-cane, but real sugar.
This outward 'you' is foreign to your real 'you;'
Cling to your real self, quit this dual self.
In truth everything and everyone
Is a shadow of the Beloved,
And our seeking is His seeking
And our words are His words...
We search for Him here and there,
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side, we ask:
"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"
The monk said, "I am searching everywhere for a man
Who lives by the life of the breath of God."
The other said, "Here are men the Bazaar is full;
These are surely men, O enlightened sage!"
The monk said, "I seek a man who walks straight
As well in the road of anger as in that of lust.
Where is one who shows himself a man in anger and lust?
In search of such an one I run from street to street.
If there be one who is a true man in these two states,
I will yield up my life for him this day!"
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.
