As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhen 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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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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A hair divides what is false and true.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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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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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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.
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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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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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