The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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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I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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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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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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So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
OMAR KHAYYAM






