I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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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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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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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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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
OMAR KHAYYAM