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
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the divine and creative essence of women, suggesting they are more than just earthly figures of affection.
Rumi expresses the profound nature of womanhood by portraying women as manifestations of the divine rather than mere mortal beings. He emphasizes their creative spirit and intrinsic value, suggesting that they possess qualities that transcend physical beauty and societal roles, highlighting a sacred connection to the divine.
In practice
This quote can be used to inspire discussions about the role of women in society during a women's rights event.
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
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,_x000D_ _x000D_ And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.