Rumi Quotes
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O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you
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I will be waiting here.... For your silence to break, For your soul to shake, For your love to wake!
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The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
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Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
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You are not a drop in a ocean You are entire ocean in a drop
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A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.
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I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
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You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !
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Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames
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Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.
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What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
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Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
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There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence.
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Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.
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Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if audiences like it or not. It's a bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul... The only real customer is God. Chew quietly your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay playfully childish.
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Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.
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The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
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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
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It doesn’t matter that you’ve broken your vow a thousand times. Still come, and yet again, come.
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A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice. I am scrap wood thrown in your fire, and quickly reduced to smoke.
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There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
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Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
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Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.
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Love is the bridge between you and everything.