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.
OMAR KHAYYAMWe are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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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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How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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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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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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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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