You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

You have seen what Ellis the accursed has seen, when he said "I am of fire, while Adam is of clay." Cover up the Ellis-like eye for just a moment; how long will you see just the form? How long, indeed, how long?Alas, for that eye that's blind and bruised! Within it the sun seemed like an atom Of an Adam who had no like. He saw nothing but a lump of

— Jalaluddin Rumi

You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise--that man or woman steals from others every day--is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

Your faces are very beautiful, but they are wooden cages. You had better run from me. My words are fire.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

— Jalaluddin Rumi

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

— Jalaluddin Rumi