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.
OMAR KHAYYAMYou’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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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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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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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 can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
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In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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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