Rumi

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.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

Be a lamp, a lifeboat, a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

The pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

If people misunderstand you, do not worry…it is your voice that they hear, but what goes through their mind is…their own thoughts.

Science does not know its debt to imagination.

They are decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.

It is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness.

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.

The opportunity for doing mischief is found a hundred times a day, and of doing good once in a year.

Courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.

It is interesting to observe with what singular unanimity the farthest sundered nations and generations consent to give completeness and roundness to an ancient fable, of which they indistinctly appreciate the beauty or the truth. By a faint and dream-like effort, though it be only by the vote of a scientific body, the dullest posterity slowly add some trait to the mythus. As when astronomers call the lately discovered planet Neptune; or the asteroid Astr.

Sure I am of this, that you have only to endure to conquer. You have only to persevere to save yourselves.

Their learning is like bread in a besieged town: every man gets a little, but no man gets a full meal.

Give me beauty in the inward soul; may the outward and the inward man be at one.

You only find out who is swimming naked when the tide goes out.

I was the same old me. Just like the Moon yesterday. But because of all the other factors that came to play, the darkness, the brightness, the blood red color. They all were a reflection, a projection due to the perfect set of circumstances. The Moon was still the Moon. But it was still labeled the Super Blue Blood Moon, Just so we can have some understanding, but, again I’ll state, the Moon was still just the Moon, just like I was still just me. Whatever you project on me, and I reflect back, doesn’t then make me become a new person, it’s just a reflection of your projection. I am still just me.

Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, This was their finest hour.

Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.

He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.