Zitat des Tages von Rumi:
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
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.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.
Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.
We are born of love; Love is our mother.
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.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
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?
You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
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.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.