We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
OMAR KHAYYAMTo be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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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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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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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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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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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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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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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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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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