There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
OMAR KHAYYAMDead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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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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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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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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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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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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.
OMAR KHAYYAM