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.
OMAR KHAYYAMSo 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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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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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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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Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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