My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.
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Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote highlights the vastness of love, suggesting that while love may seem infinite and overwhelming, individual experiences are just small parts of a greater whole.
Rumi's quote uses the metaphor of an ocean to represent ecstatic love, indicating its boundless and deep nature, while the Milky Way, portrayed as a flake of foam, symbolizes the individual experiences of love that, though significant, are merely small fragments of the larger essence of love itself. It invites reflection on how personal relationships and feelings contribute to the vast, collective understanding of love in all its forms.
Themes
LoveOceanEcstasyVastnessExperience
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, one could refer to this quote to illustrate the depth of love being celebrated.
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