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The Essential Rumi

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Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi

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“Psssh. This is where you females get in your own way. If a rich woman came up o me today and said, 'Marcus, you handsome devil, let me take you away from all this. A man as fine and smart and wonderful and good in bed as you shouldn't have to work.' Well, I wouldn't say, 'But how will I prove myself as a man if I don't work?' I would say, 'Sign me up! Just let me keep doing my radio show, please.”

“I’m here because of a letter. Not the kind with hearts and lipstick marks, but the kind that takes your breath away. I wanted it to have that effect on him, and so it was the story of how we fell in love told through our kisses. Both kisses we’d had and kisses I wanted to have, and places I wanted to kiss. Places like Paris and Amsterdam, along the river or by the canal, or Kauai under waterfalls. It was an epic love letter, and it was all I’d ever wanted in my life-to feel that kind of epic love.”

“His gaze returned to Cassandra's face, which would haunt him to the last minute of life. He had collected every smile of hers, every kiss, to hoard like a treasure chest of jewels. These few seconds with her were all he had, or would ever have. Swiftly he bent and pressed his mouth to hers, gentle but urgent. There was no time for patience. Her breath caught. Her lips parted tentatively. He kissed her for all the midnights and mornings they would never share. He kissed her with a tenderness he would never be able to express in words, and felt her response in his blood, as if her sweetness had sunk into his marrow. His mouth pulled softly at hers, taking one last fervent taste... then slid away. The skin of her cheeks was damp and sweet, as if she'd just come in from the rain. He brushed her closed eyelids with his lips, the surfaces fragile and silky, the sweeps of her eyelashes like feather dusters.”