Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: we taste only sacredness. — Rumi
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. — Rumi
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. — Rumi
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. — Rumi
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. — Rumi