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 KHAYYAMTomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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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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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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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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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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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
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Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
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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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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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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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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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