The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhen I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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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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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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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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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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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
OMAR KHAYYAM