To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
OMAR KHAYYAMI came like Water, and like Wind I go.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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 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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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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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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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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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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