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.
OMAR KHAYYAMBut helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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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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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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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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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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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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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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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
OMAR KHAYYAM