As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
OMAR KHAYYAMHeaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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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.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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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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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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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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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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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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