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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We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote conveys the interconnectedness of love and pain, and the intimate bond between two people who reflect each other's emotions.
In this profound expression, Rumi illustrates the dual nature of human experience, emphasizing that we embody both suffering and healing. The metaphor of being a lute suggests a deep desire for closeness and emotional resonance, where love allows for the shared expression of joy and sorrow. The imagery of stones and mirrors highlights the fragility of self-reflection and the potential harm that can come from unkindness or misunderstanding in relationships.
Themes
LovePainConnectionIntimacyReflection
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding speech to express the deep bond between the couple.
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