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.
OMAR KHAYYAMThink 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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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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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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