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.
RumiRead
Looking at my life _x000D_ I see that only Love _x000D_ Has been my soul’s companion _x000D_ From deep inside _x000D_ My soul cries out: _x000D_ Do not wait, surrender _x000D_ For the sake of Love.
Interpretation
Love is the fundamental aspect that accompanies us throughout life.
This quote by Rumi emphasizes the profound and enduring nature of love as an essential element of our existence. It suggests that love is not only a companion but also a driving force that calls for surrender, urging us to embrace it fully and without hesitation.
In practice
This quote would make a beautiful addition to a wedding speech.
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.
The Law of Wonder rules my life at last, _x000D_ ...I burn each second of my life to Love _x000D_ Each second of my life burns out in Love _x000D_ In each leaping second Love lives afresh.
Lovers have heartaches _x000D_ That can't be cured by drugs _x000D_ Or sleep, _x000D_ Or games, _x000D_ But only by seeing their beloved.
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God _x000D_ manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of _x000D_ the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and _x000D_ the leaf.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.
We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it — make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me —write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
You don't need to justify your love, you don't need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.
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