Rumi Quotes

Fire—without hatred.

There's such a fierce intense fire burning inside of me, so much that it just wants to explode.

Often I have the impression that I am writing on paper that is already browning in the licks of the flames.

Fire is one of my temperaments. It is behind all my work... Fire is a chemical presence.

I'm just fire.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.

I had so much fire in me and so many plans.

Passion is what makes life interesting, what ignites our soul, drives our curiosity, fuels our love and carries our friendship, stimulates our intellect, and pushes our limit.... A passion for life is contagious and uplifting. Passion cuts both ways.... Those that make you feel on top of the world are equally able to turnit upside down.

Oh, my passion! That is what finally carried me through. Let passion burn all the way, heating up every layer of the psyche.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

I like the color red because it's a fire. And I see myself as always being on fire.

I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.

You know what makes your heart swift, you know what makes your breath catch your throat, you know what makes your chest tight with anticipation. Go get that!

I don't know what fire is made of - hell nobody does. All I know is that fire is awesome. I'm not a pyromaniac, but I am a pyroenthusiast.

Marriage follows on love as smoke on flame.

What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed, beyond my reasonable self. I desire it because passion has color, like the landscape before me. It is not pale. It is not neutral. It reveals the backside of the heart.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

It’s the same thing. Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it on off, flame on like the Human Torch.

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

Thus far, everything I've made has come out of my really feeling it, out of the fire of my life.

I have always been a very passionate person. Some people are born with this fire burning inside to "do," or create, with an insatiable hunger for knowledge and experience, and I am no exception.