We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
OMAR KHAYYAMAh, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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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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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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When 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.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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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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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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