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
Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
Interpretation
This quote expresses deep love and longing for someone special.
In this quote, Rumi reflects the profound sense of connection he feels with a loved one. The imagery of their name, image, and memory suggests that this person occupies every aspect of his being, and he seeks a way to communicate his feelings, highlighting the intensity of his emotions and the weight of unexpressed words.
In practice
In a love letter to show your deep feelings for someone.
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
In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.
I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.
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