You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
OMAR KHAYYAMIn 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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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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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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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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Oh, the brave Music 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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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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