Rumi

The quieter you become, you more you are able to hear.

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

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.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

I am the flame, electric blue, lightening, razor-like, renewing my spirit. Heart beating in time to the earth’s rhythm and expanse of black ink sky, overreaching eternal. My fingertips spark with seeds of creation, fireworks coloring canvas, beckoned by this light that lifts me.

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself; nothing, but the triumph of principles.

Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.

He has been a doctor a year now and has had two patients, no, three, I think – yes, it was three; I attended their funerals.

Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.

Do what good thou canst unknown, and be not vain of what ought rather to be felt than seen.

Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart’s desire; the other is to get it.

He that does good for good’s sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity’s mind and were willing to reveal it.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting – a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.

All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.

If man had created man, he would be ashamed of his performance.