I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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.
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You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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To-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.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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