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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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
What this quote means
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.
Themes
LoveLongingMemoryConnectionExpression
In practice
Example use cases
In a love letter to show your deep feelings for someone.
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