Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
OMAR KHAYYAMHe who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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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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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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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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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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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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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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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
OMAR KHAYYAM