The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
OMAR KHAYYAMTo-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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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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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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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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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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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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