Rumi

Half of life is lost in charming others.The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others.Leave this play. You have played enough.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.Don__ grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

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.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.