The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAMThere was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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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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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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How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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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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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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You’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.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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