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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My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a state of overwhelming passion and desire that can make one feel disoriented.
Rumi's quote metaphorically captures the intoxicating nature of love and attraction. It suggests that being deeply in love can lead to a sense of disorientation, akin to the effects of being drunk. The phrase 'my lips got lost' indicates a loss of control or direction, signifying how powerful emotions can guide our actions in unexpected ways. This reflects the beauty and complexity of romantic feelings, where passion can both elevate and confuse.
In practice
This quote can be used at a romantic wedding speech to highlight the feelings of love.
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
Different phases of your life have different levels of deep, traumatizing heartbreak, and in this period of my life, my heart was not irreparably broken. So itβs not as boy-centric of an album, because my life hasnβt been boy-centric.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
I hunger for the bread of God, the flesh of Jesus Christ ...; I long to drink of his blood, the gift of unending love.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
God knows I wanted love... but the moment I had to choose between the man I loved and my dresses... I chose the dresses
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