Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
OMAR KHAYYAMYou’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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