Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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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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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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 hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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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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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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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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