Let these inspirational quotes and motivational quotes help you realize all the power and beauty you have inside you. He has a huge following around the world and is actually one of the best selling poets in the USA. In his honor, below is our collection of inspirational, wise, and powerful Rumi quotes and Rumi sayings, collected from a variety of sources over the years. It is rain that grows flowers , not thunder. Ask all from yourself.
The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.
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Unfold your own myth. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live.
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Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. For the water has never feared the fire. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens. Anything you lose comes around in another form. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you. LOVE embraces all.
Seek those who fan your flames. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself. Seek the path that demands your whole being. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. Nothing in this existence but that existence. When it tried to write love, it broke. Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved? But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.
Anything you lose comes round in another form. Do not give your heart to anything else But to the love of those who are clear joy, Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair. For there are hopes: they are real, they exist — Do not go in the direction of darkness — I tell you: suns exist. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
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Ours is not a caravan of despair. Without wings, without feathers, I fly about looking for you. I have become a Rose petal and you are like the Wind for me.
Take me for a ride. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute. We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black stone of nothing. Where the lover is the loved, the horizon and everything within it. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises. Oh, you have struck me on the head, Wretch that I am, on fire am I.
Your spring is frozen. Faith is a flowing. Study David, the ironsmith, and dancer, and musician. Move into the sun. When spirit enters, a man begins to wander freely, escaped and overrunning through the garden plants, spontaneous and soaking in. In my heart you rose like the moon but as I glanced at you, you disappeared. Having had a glimpse of Your garden, I have no more the patience to endure my existence…. Your light is brighter than the Moon… Step into the garden so all the flowers… Even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty… Let your voice silence the lily famous for its hundred tongues,.
When you want to be kind… You are softer than the soul… But when you withdraw… You can be so cold and harsh. Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious… But when you meet him face to face… His charm will make you docile like the earth,.
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Throw away your shield and bare your chest… There is no stronger protection than him. In the ocean are many bright strands and many dark strands like veins that are seen when a wing is lifted up. Your hidden self is blood in those, those veins that are lute strings that make ocean music, not the sad edge of surf, but the sound of no shore. December and January, gone. Tulips coming up. Narcissus winks, wondering what will the lightheaded Willow say of such slow dancing by Cypress.
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The Rose speaks openly to the Nightingale. Notice how the Green Lily has several tongues but still keeps her secret. Pour it in my mouth. You will only hear what you are ready to hear. There is a place where voices sing your beauty A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will find you.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly. Die in this love! If you die in this love,Your soul will be renewed. Jesus can transform a drunk into gold. If the drunk is already golden, he can be changed to pure diamond. If already that, he can become the circling planets, Jupiter, Venus, the moon. Never think that you are worthless.
God has paid an enormous amount for you, and the gifts keep arriving. When you hear dirty story wash your ears. When you see ugly stuff wash your eyes. When you get bad thoughts wash your mind. In this gathering there is no high, no low, no smart, no ignorant, no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.
There is no master, no disciple. Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one whose face has the color of spring flowers.
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I have neither sleep nor patience, neither a good reputation nor disgrace. A thousand robes of wisdom are gone. All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away. The heart and the mind are left angry with each other. The stars and the moon are envious of each other. Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names, You who know how to pour the wine into the chalice of the body, You who give culture to a thousand cultures, You who are faceless but have a thousand faces, O Love, You who shape the faces of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, give me a glass from Your bottle, or a handful of being from Your Branch. Remove the cork once more. Then the addict will be freed of craving. Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you Were a mere dream in along winter night, A dream of spring-days, and of golden light Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart; A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.
And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep; Each tear a bezel with your face engraved, A rosary to memorize your name…. You undid them all at once. Even the smallest hint chases love away like smoke that drowns the freshness of the morning breeze. Before the mind decides to take a step Love has reached the seventh heaven. Before the mind can figure how Love has climbed the Holy Mountain. I must stop this talk now and let Love speak from its nest of silence. Love is such a powerful torrent that no one can stand in front of it. This heart of mines bears Your imprint; it has nowhere else to turn.
The eye of the intellect is drunk with You, the wheeling galaxy is humble before You, the ear of ecstasy is in Your hand; nothing happens without You. The soul is bubbling with You, the heart imbibes from You, the intellect bellows in rapture; nothing happens without You. You, my grape wine and my intoxication, my rose garden and my springtime, my sleep and repose; nothing happens without You.
You separate essence from mud. You honor my soul. You bring rivers from the mountain springs. You brighten my eyes. The wine you offer takes me out of myself into the self we share. Liberate my soul.