When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine. Rumi Death
Don't complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want. Rumi
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. Rumi
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love. It will not lead you astray. Rumi
We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones. Rumi